The Battle Within
Clawing from the base of the abysmal tomb
Scraping knuckles bleed from bitter fight
Spent muscles strain against restraint
Lungs wheeze and struggle for sustaining breath
As the heart’s mass shrinks within its chest
Once outside, the form at last seems free
But freedom isn’t granted so easily
A life dangles in precarious balance
Over the ledge of sanity’s precipice
Nearly toppled by the weight of dread
All may be lost if one single shred of hope
Fails to gleam into this despondent place
For nearly to the end of faith they’ve come
This human in the ticking time bomb race
So excruciatingly the soul is bound
So surely and completely gripped, it is
By deathly ills which ensnared the waiting one
With vines of tangled, twisted lies
So many that the person became numb
And against the evils of this world became
Ever unprepared and did succumb
©Donna Golden
Copyright © Donna Golden | Year Posted 2009
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