The darkness smoking in my warring soul
I realise that I have been caught up
I realise that I have been sought after
It fights with me in the daytime
It sleeps with me in the night
Silence is what I have always needed for days
A silence that does not depend on a noise from the outside
Time and space has been my frustration
Love and affection has been my demand
It has brought me to his place of the tension within my soul
Where tears have been my food day and night
Can you comprehend if I were to tell you every detail?
Would you survive the sorrow of another man?
If I could sit at the edge of the ocean shore
To watch the flow of the water before my eyes
I would know that the tension I feel on the inside
Is a tension that pulls on joy and sorrow equally
The pain has produced melodies
The sorrows have produced thoughts
It became like waterfalls of intense alone time
Where I get swallowed up by the floor beneath me
It is here where I feel what he, the man after God's own heart must have felt
It is this place where I literally walk out another man's story
His story has become my smoke in my mirrors
It has become the poison in my veins
This has reached the mountain tops of surrounded warfare
Fighting to stay alive in every sense of the word
There are tensions of paradoxes pulling me from all sides
I try to stay in the center
But I fail and I weep
And the water from my eyes has drawn me into the sea
The more I fight, the weaker I become
The more I let go, the more I slip in
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