Give Me Wings That I May Fly

There is no light

Yet somehow I can see all too well that

There is nothing to see.

Just me and the one who calls himself me.

We sit together on a plane of

Thought

With holes big enough to fall through.

The power of the faith in the lies

He/I

Tell me protects me from the plunge.

I'd rather fall.

No sound

But the whispered words carried by a

Voice

That slips from between clenched lips.

I cannot hear them.

My ears are stopped by the

Smothering

Weight of the silence that echoes

Through corridors and caverns

Too filled with unfinished but outdated

Thoughts

Ideas

Fears

To traverse without the trap of

Time

Wasted on

Worry

Catching me by the feet to

Hold me locked in

Guilt and

Shame.

Still I know what is said.

The darkness is thickened by a

Mist

Supported by

Promises

Of Pain

Unfounded

Unexplained

Undeniably powerful in their

Carefully constructed

Half-truths.

Night becomes heavier

Noctem Aeternus

The eternal

Night.

I can no longer see as clearly the darkness thickening

In the recesses.

I feel only the drag of fear and worry on my

Consciousness and the hands of the one who calls himself me lovingly

Caressing

Embracing

Feeding

The quicksand of fearful thoughts that

Suffocates

My focus on You

Lord.

Imprisoned in my mind.

I cannot see, but my eyes are turned to You.

Set me free.