Almost Defeated

This evening the wind seems to be gone out of me
This evening the conclusion is one of perplexity
This evening the devil's punches has increased
This evening the thoughts of victory are almost deceased
This evening the prayers just can't seem to come
This evening the man feels shot and almost undone
This evening the body feels tired and broken
This evening the faith to believe goes unspoken
This evening the soul feels deserted and dry
This evening the eyes are swollen but no tears I cry
This evening the despair is huge and overwhelming
This evening the hope that remains is slowly drowning
This evening the spirit has left and now am in exile
This evening the heart wants to escape life for awhile
This evening the fight is gone and am almost depleted
This evening the fight has left and am almost defeated.



This was experienced and written on April 4, but decided not to post it until now.