By Michael W. Raley
Life of late has been contentious,
As the weight upon my soul has been strenuous.
I search for peace of mind
Across my own lot of space and time.
However, the ocean of memory has washed away
The promise of a renewed, hopeful day.
The ocean’s salt has eroded
And the bitter acid rain has corroded
The temple’s once impenetrable foundation,
That now stands as a relic from a past civilization.
This monument long past its glory is ready to crumble
With the slightest pressure or rumble.
What once symbolized the bliss and joy of salvation
Is now littered among the ruins and dilapidation.