Desperate and at my wits end, I pleadingly bow down at the side of my bed and call out: “Are you there God, it’s me, I need your help.”
As the walls close in, my heart beginning to palpitate, my throat begins to dry and mind begins to digress from reality : all I can think is: “are my prayers being answered?”
“Is peace truly a tangible concept?”
“Are you there God, it’s me Joe, please help me break free from the chains of my mind!”
For I am a prisoner of my mind being held down by the chains of my past.
My only escape is through God himself.
I pleadingly whisper, down on my knees:
"Please God, answer my prayer: let my pain be alleviated one final time…"