~cometh The Night~ Poem by angel Elmoghazy

Wither teardrop's recede
into the vastness of my soul
once hearkened unto immaculate
conception
but burn unto sanctity of selfish sin
darkest throe's of immortal realities
divide the fragile EGGSHELL MIND

canst not the believer
disdain his own truths?
or on the wing's of shipwrecked minds
become as the grievous rose
for within the supplication
of my silent cries
death reaches the sea
but canst not make
herself known
to the entities of man nor angels
within the shadow
of a single tear
lies the soul
of a thousand prayers
veiled to the night
and carried within the depths
of righteousness and solitude-