Never Been To Prison

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.   Ephesians 6:12

never been to prison,

but I feel like

I’ve been behind bars

since the day I was born,

never seen the desert,

but I think I have been

planning the trip

all my life;

now my life

is almost over,

dried up

like an abandoned well,

a gentle mist,

a fog shrouded vapor;

see it fade,

see it change,

see it rearrange;

movement becomes hard,

pain a way of life,

everything is gone,

everything is different;

everything is new;

we reap what we sow,

and I have sown the seeds

of perversion,

wallowed in the ways of lust,

fulfilled the desires of the flesh,

reveled in the excesses,

partook of the debauchery,

delighted in the thrills,

I have lived for the moment,

searching for forbidden fruit;

I deserve nothing;

all my life,

I have lived in worlds of fantasy,

trapped by delusions and

non-existent details,

all my life,

flirting with madness

and disasters beyond

mere magnitudes of mortality,

searching for finality,

witnessing untold destruction,

forever knowing,

continually waiting,

for moments that came

and went like liquid glass;

the night belongs to those

who have nothing else;

sadness is an art

known by only a few,

understood by none,

without beginning or end,

without mercy or compassion,

techniques and classifications

have no hold here,

no amount of money

can buy membership here,

words can save,

words can kill;

turn around

before it is too late;

once more,

the darkness closes in,

once more,

the abyss lies before you,

calling, beckoning, caressing;

save me Lord!……………

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