Paralysed I lay,
with no vision of Hope.
Pondering many questions,
one that is clear,
Is this what I deserve?
A demon faces me,
eyes wide opened,
not blinking, not moving.
It's glare intimidating,
When was access granted?
I had somehow befriended fear,
Yet something tells me there is no need.
Strength and Peace is now a stranger to me.
Since when did they leave?
No encouragement seems to be present,
and even if it was, what good would come of it?
Would mylife turn around in a flash of light?
Evil Hunts me day and Night,
Leaving no room for comfort, rest or a sound mind.
Light, where is your power?
Love, where is your fire?
Peace, where is your comfort?
Heart, where is your courage?
The ironic noise of Christian music playing in the background,
is yet to create stillness in this room.
On a quiet night,
In a house of one,
with nothing but the sound of my breathing,
and music playing,
there seems to be another noise.
A louder one.
As if something was raging war in the tiny space of my room.
Loud and Clear.
The sound of 2 realms in battle and me in the middle.
Who will win this battle?
The answer lies within me,
The proper question is,
who will I choose?
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