I lay motionless in a state of stupor,
Staring wildly at the cobweb waving at me from aloft.
Taunting me, reminding me of the wasteland my life has become.
And while i mourn my yesteryear, I betray the faith I have that now lies hidden somewhere in the hollows of my mind,
It's his time to screw with me again.
The dark lord, old nick, Beelzebub - the name matters not one fig!
He has me in that familiar vice-like grip and taunts me, he uses my mind as the battlefield of insanity.
A familiar place this war zone of emotion!
The battle scars-unhealed and oozing fester to sap my slow return to a light that is now so dimly lit.
Where is Florence when you need her?
Images of decay, procrastinating, laughing as I struggle to pull myself back.
My God! My God why have you forsaken me?
The cobweb hangs its noose like form, taunting me to fall again as a hound of hell cries his lonely song, the black dog i know so well is back to taunt.
My tears wash over my sallow face and fall upon my lips, bitter, as if I needed further reminder of the sourness of my soul?
Time goes backward in this lonely battle, but the light grows ever closer and the brief repose it brings is like an oasis in the sand.
The hounds grow hoarse and slowly the song of hope breaks free to welcome a new dawn.
My God was there and I passed the test of faith?
The silken noose of temptation returns to be a fisher of flies and not of man.
How long must I be tested in this way?
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I am a father of two wonderful girls and a christian, long time sufferer of depression my writing has become my therapy. Some of my writing is faith based, some of it portrays the darkness of depression. I make no apologies for that but pray by using my honesty it might help others experiencing similar turmoil in their lives. May God forever bless you and keep you! Kik me @ merlin1038
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