Doing Job's Time

"Doing Job's time" I try to run but it keeps following me, running out of breath and out of stamina it grabs me and l deteriorate.... It's in my head torturing my heart, to pollute my spirit to yield. I call out your name, you don't answer so l scream for comfort, l get none. There must be poison in my system because every day I am getting weaker. I am now a shell of the man l used to be, the memory l preserved as an escape, now a pain it hurts to think and reminisce about the good old days. Hands shaking, brain cracking and friends dissolving like salt to water, the bitter taste of dark times. Breath in my lungs, Heart still pumping, And demise not on schedule, l shall rise again, l shall heal with time for the murkiest hour is never marsha to dawn and God has never let me down! Through his love, l will survive!