Face In The Blinds- A Poem
Face In The Blinds
A face formed in the blinds
That the breeze lifts up
Hullicinations, loosing my mind
I feel like giving up.
Seeing things that are not there
That no one can believe,
Things that attack me without a care
Never feeling relief.
A dark mass weighs me down
Picking at my thoughts
Like a demon in the night
That I have faught and faught.
Without a break, loosing my faith
I fall into a fog, never leaving
Asleep or awake
I can't help but stop believing.
Where is he? That great God people speak through their lips
As if they know him personally.
Where is he?
But when all hope seems nearly gone
This weight is lifted.
The things I have seen
In the air has drifted.
They are gone, no longer here
The fog has disappeared
No longer may I fear
For that great God as appeared.
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