THE FIGHT
Cast me away in darkness into the gnashing of teeth
For I am not worthy to carry the souls of these shoes less the weight which they bare
The road is too long and too steep to tread
The depressions upon it are like those that have burrowed into my heart
Scars, like pockmarks, hardened and numb, encumber me
Silhouettes of shadow dance and traverse what is real and what is imagined in my mind
I wretch at the inhumanity of it
It depletes the final reserves of what keeps me sane – human
High above is the place of solace for my soul, yet here am I
Lowly drifting in a sea of consummation and transgression
Drowning with each attempted breath
Beelzebub delights with my every struggle as I purge goodness for his hate
The irritant to humanity guffaws his pleasure
The taste of metal tingles on my tongue – his grip tightens
Cast away these chains
Cast away this horror of disconnectedness to the only One who can save me
My spirit makes a final plea with repentance, humility and truth
Save me my sweet and precious Lord
Save me from myself
Save me, for I give myself wholeheartedly to You in Christ Jesus
Save me
I am Yours
Kevin Parish 
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