Freeing

This poem, written perhaps six months ago, is about my struggle with loneliness, Satan, and the bad habits I had.

A melancholic web was wove
against which alone I stove
strands of evil also where there
and demons shown through in my stare.

God, around me, with grief I wept
when the pact between Satan and I was kept
and lies and confusion where my being
yet I turned to Nothing for my freeing.

And in bondage to a wall I stayed
until, mercifully, my life was laid
at the perfect feet of He
that dared to love the likes of me.

Reviews

[gravitylava]

This is really brilliant. It's very honest and filled with pain, but its beautiful. Great work.
-michelle