Untitled Lament

I reached for the key to undo hell's shackle.

An old story of a God residing in a tabernacle.

In this dark I laid bare in the cold lifeless lair.

A ghost in a shell a remnant of me.

The time past of a fruit bearing tree.

Sunken eyes separating flesh from bone.

I turned that key and bolted for home.

Trusted Love to see my broken shame.

She lifted my chin and called my name.