Internal Dying

Another one writen whilst on holiday.

In fields of despair I wonder,
With these lost and hungry souls.
As in silence we all ponder,
Of the life in lusts hot coals.

Cold and hollow, lost and bleeding,
Life’s heat leaks from deep inside.
As souls listen, straining, heeding,
All life’s teachings to abide.

And as my soul within me withers,
As a flower without the rain.
Deep inside its dying shivers,
Wrapped in close with arms of pain.