Do I enjoy the pain
Torturing myself till I go insane
Wanting to Fly
But chained to the floor
Agony seems to be what I was made for
Sitting in shit
Languishing tears
Entrapped by inadequacy
Haunted by fears
Yet there is something that lingers inside
A mystery that still is trying to hide
Maybe if I will stay so very still
A voice will talk to me and tell me God’s will.
