Battle Within
Four walls, eight corners, ceiling,
floor, there’s me and no
door.
Alone and ensnared within my own conundrum
of a prison, my labyrinth of my own
insanity.
Apprehensive and daunted with no direction I scour the
walls for an exit to my puzzle of this mental
enslavement.
Help on the outside at reach
but too far to hear my
cries.
My demons pursue me within these walls without mercy,
bearing down on me relentlessly, raping me
of my very being.
Evil at hand, easy it is to unite and associate with its
enticing treats that seduce and tempt me to run to the allure of evil’s friendly and
welcoming
face.
Where do I run?
Where do I hide?
Where is my saving grace?
Please God help give me the strength for me to embrace.
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