I feel pain
How do I regain
My ego reigning To
Continue the feigning

Is there another way
My execution to stay
Keep terror at bay
Stay another day

Drugs you say
They wear away
Get high
By and by
Low becomes
Lower
Struggle after
The bubble

Where is joy?
In my next toy?
Or is that the ploy
Of a sad little boy

Darkness and night
Is pain’s secret cave
For it to misbehave

How long do I wrestle
I long to nestle
I Struggle to posture
In this dark pasture

In whose arms
Do I rest
Does Father know best?
Is His Son
The One?

Why did He Suffer
Is He the buffer
Between Me
And long lasting
Pain?

He said Peace
I want a piece
Like bread to a beggar
My hand out forever

David, The Pfalmist say’s He inhabits
The praise of
His people
Are they under a steeple?
Or in quiet places
Of the heart?

I think it is so
That is where they go
To the quiet and the dark
To find the light
To get it right

Praise is a start
One step up
From the hole
In my soul

Far above
I can see some love
In the form of light
To keep up the fight

Only love is limitless
Only hope aspires
Beyond my limits.
Only faith can
Get me there.