Silence, darkness and loneliness, Eats my soul every time,
Forcing, pulling, dragging me, Have me feeling to commit this crime.
Am I to adhere; Am I to confront this fear?
Is my time near; Or just time for me to shift into the right gear?
With each day that passes, The feelings get intense,
Have me weeping, As my body becomes dense,
I feel my heart tightens, And the pain becomes excruciating,
Is my time near; Or is it just the beginning?
With blood shot eyes, And a fragile body,
My head pounding and throbbing, I really begin to study.
Is this how it really feels to be in a place of dismay?
Is my time near; Or is this a plea from God for me to kneel and pray?
As my eyes open with each night that passes, It hits me that I am alive,
I then realize that the Lord has spared me life,
Despite my ungrateful way, To not see another day,
With tears in my eyes, I got onto my knees and begin to pray,
As I now understood that my time was nowhere near, but the Lord was calling me, hoping I would hear.