A thought lingers in my mind
Of days past from the daily grind,
What does my future hold?
Sometimes it gleams bright and bold,
And at other times it's bleak
It varies when I'm a rebel or meek,
Shall I sit and watch my days go by?
Or shall I stand and let my dreams not die?
The questions wander in my head
What is to become of me? I dread,
And I think I know the answer
I think I know the cure for my cancer,
But the doubts eat away at my core
On bended knees I fall to the floor,
Who will come to my aid?
No one but God; who will not let me fade,
When everyone else breaks me down,
He builds me up again; he does not frown;
Down upon me; he gives me power,
So I will stand tall and not cower;
For my enemies are not always around me,
They lie in the depths of my mind within me;
Causing me to lose sleep; provoking unrest,
The feelings I most detest;
I must strike them down where they stand,
Let them fade away into endless sand...
© okpoet