i sink in quagmire,
my soul stinging,
mud in nostrils,
suffocating,

cannot breathe,
yet still placating,
begging reprieve,
for soul is aching

visions of men
flash before me,
shining faces
silent plea

i close my eyes
as devil blacker
throws arms around,
the spirit attacker

i long for the light,
for I know He
longs my return,
has yen for embrace,

and one day still
the holy spirit
Will draw me from depths
to bathe in His Grace.