The Battle Within

A shadow falls upon my heart compressed in a ribbon of emotion. My mind begs for relief as my body fights with and unknown foe. A soul begins to war, drudging through the sea of decaying memoirs. As the Heaven and Hell embark a battle for jurisdiction, my life battles to survive. The pain of continual raging contention, slowly, with even pace eroding away reality. “Oh God” my mind cries out are you hearing my pleas? The emptiness of despair dripping like an infection through my soul. I beg for relief of this curse, this complete feeling of abandonment. A blanket of utter loneliness shrouds my mind, my soul, my existence. “Please my God” my spirit weeps. “Forgive me, help me, make me whole.” My faith is but a thinly drawn line, a small amount of faith, a shadow of itself. Faith that now begins to fade as if penned to an old damaged parchment. As the raging power between good and evil persists, all that favors the one to the other is Love, Hope, Faith, even though that line is a faded, depilated thin line.