I’ve been walking this lonely road for fourteen years

Never once stopping to think that I would be able to rest

For all of this time I’ve been running, sprinting to the end

How can I find hope on a path that isn’t even lit by the moon?

As dark as it is grey, I feel something chasing me

Memories of the past, haunting my every step?

No, this feels much more…real

I hear the sound of its menacing footsteps

Inching ever closer

I can hear the screams of my dying mother

The laughter of my maniacal father as he shot her down

This demon is inside of my head

He wants me to give up…

He wants me dead

To be honest, I might just oblige

Author’s Note:

I greatly thank each and every one of you for your support by reading this post. These poems are fictional and part of an ongoing story that I am seeking to tell. Please, take a look at my previous posts under the category, “Stories”. Once again, thank you and God bless you!

2 Replies to “Falter”

  1. Your fictional stories are, painfully, the reality that some face. We can only fall on the floor at the Throne and cry “Father, help me!” Let Him set the schedule for what is to happen and find the strength to get back up. Sometimes simply standing up is victory for the day.

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    1. They so are. Some of these emotions are so universal that it only begs for us to seek the betterment of other people. Especially since we know that all of us feel these things. God is faithful to His children, amen!


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