Stranger

This is for my book, please proofread and offer advice. I welcome it.

Rolling evil invades my soul

O darkness laden ghoulish figure

Breath has faded, mind filled with oil

But through the slimy grime and mire

Your pure hand bathed in light

Pulls my decaying soul to the surface

I tread recklessly in the indefinite sea

Weighted by doubt, weighted by me

My strength found in a lone stranger

Eyes fixed on you ‘til I touch the shore

My drenched soul is dried by your warmth

Thoughts are congruent, purity reigns

You reign, and finally and forever...

 I remember your glorious name

Reviews

[Hayley]

I tried to find constructive criticism in this piece... the only thing I can think of is the word "drenched" in drenched soul. It doesn't seem all that congruent with the image you create in the beginning with the "mind filled with oil." I know you make reference to the indefinite sea, but to me its a little risky switch. However, that's not to say there is something wrong with it. It was obviously a choice, but it's something to think about. :) Otherwise, this is a very interesting poem that finds hope in a stranger.
Thanks for the read!