Outside the eyelit hole amidst the muck and mire

Outside the eyelit hole amidst the muck and mire
There is a world of wonder and desire
Waiting, while within, one wonders
If tis all a dream or chance
Some scarce trace of hope
Beyond

Yet only a single eyelid sees outside
This rotting disease
So enshrouded and caught
In this waste and rot

Where ought one find
The strength to break
The bonds of these cords
That confine them

For harder one grasps
Then tighter they pull
Care not they for anything else

They joy in the misery of others
While the few remaining ounces of life
Ooze out in their last attempts
To fight the angst and strife

Till powerless end
Without the strength
To defend
Must bend to its will
Its hunger its
Thrill

Yet once did I see
A light outside
This misery
Illuminated mystery
Beyond this plague
This pond

Where colors around
In glory abound
Such wonder ere known
Of life here shown

Still how to come
This world beyond
Where tis chance
Evade from this trance

What power that be
Lets me see
Beyond the shadow
Of this shroud

Canst one be aloud
Outside this waste
Is there a hope
That hovers
The surface
To wait

To wonder
If such hands
Could sink in under
To grasp neath this
Perishing putridity

If there be any validity
In its ability
Oh might it seize
Me from this world
Of disease

May it please to rescue
This hemorrhaging heart
And pull me from this plunder
That hath prisoned me under

Yet at last when it came to it
No good could be found
To pull me from this shroud
I voiced aloud:
"How canst I endure to remain
Outside of this pain"

"Tis no hope thee shall
While still in this state"
Spoke he the voice that did wait
Outside the pond

"Thy only hope is release
When thou hath found thee
A steady peace
When thy body decease

Then come with quickening
Thy wondrous reckoning
For thy wrongs of waste
No more abhor
Now art thou chaste

When my will embraced
Shall find thee
In thy sweetened garden
Of grace

Where no poison
Scarce can thee trace
For such evils
Have now depart

When thou hath fully come
To know me by heart
So shall I be pleased
To see thee dwell
In my affection and art"

-Joshua Lee Foist