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’ve been behind bars

since the day I was born,

never seen the desert,

but 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;

I deserve nothing;

all my life,

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,

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;

once more,

the darkness closes in,

once more,

the abyss lies before you,

calling, beckoning, caressing;

once more, I turn to You.

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