Sitting In Wallow

Drowning in darkness, struggling to swallow,
Thoughts of past sins, lost in the hollow.
Frustration and anger lay the foundation,
Pride has hardened, cold as stone's sensation.

Hostility now rules in place of peace,
The love once shared has found no release.
Family, once close, grows distant, torn,
Patience has faded, leaving hearts worn.

Loneliness turns to isolation,
Praying to the gods for salvation.
But only echoes return your plea,
The Holy Father's grace, burned by thee.

Vision marred, impaired by fright,
Disfigured, blind in endless night.
Disease has crept into your soul,
Turning you from man to ghoul.

Collapse has come, no strength, no shield,
You face the storm, forced to yield.
The Armor of God lies cold, unfound,
Frozen beneath the morning's ground.

No sanctuary, no place to hide,
Yet no need for death to be your guide.
Tasks remain, there's more to be done,
God's plan for you has just begun.

Bend the knee, bow your head,
Resist the thoughts that fill you with dread.
No longer sit in sorrow's grip—
Take a breath, let courage slip.

There is hope, there is a way,
To find the light and leave the gray.
Become the man who understands,
Simple, humble, with open hands