Down That Dark Road

Death would only be so sweet

If God were to reintroduce to me his "special treat."

I grip my pillow each and every night

In anticipation of another fight.

It's been four years, not long enough ago,

When the beast within began to grow.

I've seen the best doctor in the world,

But nothing has cured that with which I've quarreled.

I prayed to The Lord for something like an answer,

But I have doubts which I shouldn't have in that manner.

I'm sitting here, yes, penning this to you,

But my fears, they simply grew and grew.

Will I tread down that dark road again?

Did it occur because of my many a sin?

I pray to you, oh Lord, let me back on my feet,

Don't relegate me again to virtual straps and a seat.

I've toiled laboriously to return to life,

Through much fighting and much, much strife.

See this, Lord? Once I had a frown, but now I grin,

So please, I beseech, don't force me down that dark road again.