Games

A poem of sorts, a story so short.

The pain is near, its calling my name.

He knows my weakness, he's playing my game.

He's followed my life, and he knows my shame.

The hurt I've given, and the enemies i've gained.

The lives i've taken, not with deed, but words just the same.

They follow my rules, play them against me.

They've destroyed my life, my goals and dreams.

But it's my fault, I let them in, I let them watch, sold them tickets to say the least!

They are spectators, and players all from their seats.

They know my rules, they know my game!

These demons I let in, these creatures that say its ok.

The same creatures that took my life away!

They use my guilt to weaken me.

My shame to destroy my faith.

But still they sit, still they wait.

They wait for me to fall.

They wait for me to fail.

They won't be successful.

 I won't let them win.

I'm done letting them in. 

It's my game, and it's my life!

So now they sit, Now they wait.

Spectators, rarely players, sitting this one out.

They fight to play, they scream, they shout.

Still watching, still waiting, for me to fall, for me to fail.

and everything they do is vain, because all He sees is gain!

Author's Note

Written almost three years ago during an incredibly difficult time in my life.