Broken

Broken, stricken, desolated.
have i walked away from everything i once held dear?
the principles i held so dearly, the treasures i held so close,
have i in a moment of folly squanded them all?

Delibrately walking in the other direction,
letting go, falling away, slipping, sliding, turning back, growing cold, walking away
is that all that is left of me, a broken shell?
few notice, but the fire inside has died down,
no longer that spark, that light inside

how long can i run,
how long can my back be turned on Nineveh?
till the storms come, till i get thrown overboard
till i get so completely engulfed i have no choice than to turn back?

seem now so far away,
indulging in carnality,
it seems so easy when compassion and love are not neccessary
sure it feels empty, a fake substitute
but i'm unwilling to return,
not completely willing at the least

is that all that's left of me?
not sure of wad i am anymore
God help me please.
i know i cant let go of you,
but just find it so hard to return back