Thursday, December 4, 2008
black and white.
the unpure and the pure.
darkness and light.
chaos and peace.
fear and faith.
these colours, they flood his life,
complicating and contradicting,
just like his personality of utmost uncertainty.
he felt as though his world within was ripped apart,
torn from one end to the other,
as 'fear' and 'faith' clashed swords,
their helmets shone and armour reflected,
the confused face of himself that he was trapped with.
desperate and helpless,
to believe or to doubt,
uncertainties flood, as he drowned in a sea of despair.
he truly wants to grow in Your Word,
to speak to him,
but it seems like your rejecting his every cry and pleas,
blinded to his broken heart, you are.
as you brought him down to his knees,
all scraped and bleeding,
just like his heart within, wounded.
a punctured heart with holes,
as faith, slowly overpoured.
every single bit,
draining away with each passing day.
What if I wanted to fight,
Beg for the rest of my life.
What would you do...?
You say you wanted more,
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you....
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10:52 AM
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