Darkened clouds swirl as grim death’s grip snipes.
Screams echo loudly through exhausted windpipes.
Walls closing in while mockers engage in laughing chatter.
Shadows come to life begging in fright to scatter.


Fear of forsaken abandon surf each brain corner.
Only knowing pain makes one a professional mourner.
Heavy burdens mutate into rapidly overflowing brooks.
Before the game begins placed in checkmate by two rooks.

Frozen in place with feelings that daze and confuse.
Emotional exhaustion adds insomnia to the ceaseless abuse.
In anguish still standing in faith with continued prayer.
Oh Jehovah-Rapha please bring much needed repair.