Read Poems by
Disappointment coats my dreams,
like blight destroys a bloom.
Good intentions grow obscene
do push me to my doom.
Everyone has demons,
some shackled, some are caged;
but I've been cursed with free ones
that would burn me with their rage.
The demon canc'rous grown in me
digs deep his torturous claws -
so the only way I can break free
is to pass through Death's dark doors.
Yet Life I crave, and Love's pure light -
my soul's desire: free.
Sad battered, bruised but still I fight
with all I have in me.
And though my soul's disfigured
and weighed down with ugly sin;
Jesus made a blind man see -
and Faith will help me win.