The Sheol Of My Heart Poem by Lors Dilouley

The air is balmy down here.
Even at this place I am unwise.
I thought I knew
I thought I heard
I thought I accepted.
But somewhere in his eyes showed me hatred.
Even for that moment I betrayed him
and walked uprightly
but, my crooked view couldn’t see beyond the glass.
Now i’m lonely.
Now i’m tired.
My angels before changed to demons
This wasteland.
Wading through waist deep garbage
of lust, of lies, of sin
Everything from condoms to fetuses
Cell phones to needlepoints.
I thought I saw it once
But his eyes looked mre inviting
Enticing
Enamoring
Engulfing
Intimidating
Intimate.
But why?
If the soul is in the eyes, what didn’t I see?
Why am I here now?
Oh God, I can’t breathe.
These swirling regrets torment me.
There’s nowhere to go, it’s too late.
So I give in and let it come into me,
and reach a climax with my sin.
It feels so good but hurts so bad.

Why didn’t you tell me?