this time i

will stop i

will not i

will walk i

cannot

stop

i

stop

by

asking

for

help

reaching out beyond the confines

of this dark and lonely coffin

perhaps i’ll find an answer somewhere

where is god in all this madness?

right inside i hear him speaking

directly to my heart, now beating

reminding me i am not lost

telling me he paid the cost

still

overwhelmed at times, and blinded

this the reason i’m reminded

of the former life now shed

and risen, slowly, from the dead

these miseries –

                       all in my head.

 
Robert Eugene Perry