Psalms —a poem

They condemn what they do not understand.

damnant quod non intellegunt. 
They condemn what they do not understand. 

I am all in my emotions, deep—
raw debris of malicious presence.
Maggot-infested, decayed by good intentions.
Lost on the wrongs of right,
found in the cavernous abyss, anew. 
Innards churned out, 
confronted with the darkness within. 

damnant quod non intellegunt. 
What is the price to pay? 
When is the sacrifice due? 
How did I lose my way here?
Where will I find my way back?

Once thought the battle was against the world.
Twice, I got trampled over, lost my gait.
Thrice forgiven, yet, staggering in this strait.
Fourth time, the charm 
but where is my Saviour's favour?

damnant quod non intellegunt. 

With knees buried deep in the earth,
Heart dampened by tears 
                and regrets 
                 and death,
Eyes swallowed by filth,
Mouth shut by guilt,
I await my rebirth.