Spiritual Awakening: Finding Peace After Despair

prophet one dewey morning i awoke and through blurred eyes witnessed a saintess, clad in earthen robes humming tones of honeyed sorrow she beckoned me forth unto her pasture and i marched, a cry on my lips and all the while visions of ink clouded my mind light draws ever nearer soothing, and stilling my tainted heart and with a gasp, bursts through illuminating her unfathomable flowing robes. she bears witness to my outstretched grasp “i see a black despair in your eyes, traveler” “yet they are hollow, with tears run dry” “will you not rest your soul by my fire?”

Is the way you typed this on pourpose? It looks like ( Also I love admire this more than you would know.

@youngvagabond yea, i typed it like that to try and symbolize the fall and eventual rise of the “traveler” in this poem, to visualize the tone better so to say. and thank you kind human being, i appreciate your kindness