Falling I

What is this sensation, this yawning, miserly, despondent dead sensation?
Lost in the void, drifting alone and lonely, in this hell of my own choosing.
Having slipped the net of heavens seine, what punishment equates to this loneliness?
As Dante’s lexicon attempted to warn his fellows of the dangers so too shall I

Beware the pride that drives all away, leaving one alone, unloved, open to evil molestation.
The hubris that lends one to pontificate on those whom he should marvel at their musing.
The peril of deceit leads the way from there, devolving further into light hiding stealthiness.
Further separating one from the company of men; all companionships a lie.

Seven in all the sins so deadly that lead man astray; not from God alone, but his very family
Lost alone, the net of love, and life, misses him completely, and further into the darkness he slips
With all this loss brought upon one’s own head, need there be monsters among the shadows?
Having missed the things that would bind him to the living net, what to catch the fall?

Of all these the worst is what we do to ourselves once we lead a life alone and ever lonely
One day, we realize the many and harmful things we have done with our hands and with our lips
Perhaps there is time for us to fix our errors and mend the bridges to our hearts; who knows?
Being unable to fix that part, to find our way to love and acceptance would be the worst part of all.