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TKDfighter
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A poem i wrote a few years ago after coming through a short period of depression and after rediscovering faith in Christ.
Conquering the Darkness
A life filled with darkness, consumed by shadows of my lost mind.
Falling deeper and deeper, into an endless pit of desperation.
Imprisoned by the throbbing of my soul. All is obscure.
Light is swallowed in the spirit of an unseen foe seeking to devour life within.
Futile struggles to rupture the pandemonium, I fall deeper into its grasp.
Relentless torment. Twisting, ripping at the essense of my being.
Blinded by anguish and sorrow, drowning in venom of demonic power.
Useless to fight, useless to resist, wearily rendering to darkness.
All strength is gone, feeling is crushed, numbed by the raging battle.
The last few bitter breaths burn as I gasp for precious life.
In one last moment of hope, "Jesus... save... me" escapes my lips.
In an instance, radiant light pierces the shadows of darkness.
Love which surpasses all understanding conforts my soul with new life.
Victory is won at last, but cries of lost sheep are still heard.
Looking around, devastation. Wounded hearts cry out as once my own.
Multitudes of souls swallowed in the lips of iniquity.
Longing to escape the chaos of their minds. Souls die one by one.
Who will help them? Who will reach out for them?
Who will lead them to the Light which conquers darkness?
Conquering the Darkness
A life filled with darkness, consumed by shadows of my lost mind.
Falling deeper and deeper, into an endless pit of desperation.
Imprisoned by the throbbing of my soul. All is obscure.
Light is swallowed in the spirit of an unseen foe seeking to devour life within.
Futile struggles to rupture the pandemonium, I fall deeper into its grasp.
Relentless torment. Twisting, ripping at the essense of my being.
Blinded by anguish and sorrow, drowning in venom of demonic power.
Useless to fight, useless to resist, wearily rendering to darkness.
All strength is gone, feeling is crushed, numbed by the raging battle.
The last few bitter breaths burn as I gasp for precious life.
In one last moment of hope, "Jesus... save... me" escapes my lips.
In an instance, radiant light pierces the shadows of darkness.
Love which surpasses all understanding conforts my soul with new life.
Victory is won at last, but cries of lost sheep are still heard.
Looking around, devastation. Wounded hearts cry out as once my own.
Multitudes of souls swallowed in the lips of iniquity.
Longing to escape the chaos of their minds. Souls die one by one.
Who will help them? Who will reach out for them?
Who will lead them to the Light which conquers darkness?