obsidian meteor
You may not kill me.
In the third month of the ninth year
The thorn in my flesh
Struck my mind like lightning.
I recoiled, demanding, “Leave Me!”
“Leave me, leave me!”
But its venom bled my mind of sanity.
I pleaded with the Lord about this,
that it should leave me.
But He told me,
“My grace is enough for thee,
My power is perfect
When you’re weak.”
So I said to my tormentor,
“You may not kill me.”
In the 4th month,
my enemy pierced my beating heart with a smile.
I felt Disease spread through my flesh
Your strength stolen from my bones,
Your breath taken from my lungs.
I fell to the ground
I lay, certain death had come
For two hours I waited
For him to take me home.
Said I to my adversary
“Greater is He that is in me
Than you, O Leviathan!
May He rebuke you.
You may not kill me.”
In the fifth month of the ninth year
As the moon made her way through the night
She laughed and came to me with madness.
I dared not move from my bed
No, not for two weeks.
Darkness escorted my mind from reality
I inhabited a space elsewhere entirely
Shadows danced with Shattered Glass
Trusted friends became bitter enemies
My own mind became a threat to me
I begged my own self for death.
Rain and Sunshine were the same.
Day and Night passed within one breath.
Logic and emotion interchangeable
Hope did not come that comes to all
Suffering inexpressible
A dungeon, horrible
Darkness, visible.
I begged my God for death.
I could not see my hand
In front of my own face
So thick was the shadow around me
I begged my enemy for death.
As this war for my mind continued,
As I slipped deeper and deeper into madness
My enemy twisted his knife
I fell to my knees, screaming,
And it again tore through my flesh.
My arms reached, but not far enough
My heart pumped, but not hard enough.
I gasped for breath, but not deep enough
My legs carried me breathlessly
As I fought this new, unseen enemy
charred minnow
bronze iris
fair marsh
glossy delta