Spiritul Struggles
Barren
My life before my eyes I see.
I cannot claim it victory.
A heart not still within this breast.
A rose unbloomed.
A withered drought.
A price was paid for
this tainted blood.
Like Samson begging for
life once more, losing my
strength.
My vision don't pluck.
Ere I'm completely lost,
grinding in this prisoned
heart at the eternal gift,
just out of reach.
Oh to be born once more
A new life unblemished
and pure.
The right road chosen,
The path well seen.
Too late for reality, a dream.
RJT
Fruitless
The fruit of this vine
with blight and black,
and so it is I'm on
the road back.
Wandering aimlessly like
a ghost at unrest.
The most I can give, but
never the best.
The fruit that will drop
never feeding the soul.
My fate is sealed, always
to see; The questioning
eyes, exposed heart, my
own shadow following me.
RJT
Self
Why is self so selfish?
What are its wants
and desires?
Why does it want what
it can't have?
I'm all tangled up in its wires.
Pulling me this way to freedom.
Pulling me this way to bondage.
Tugging so hard on my heartstrings,
while leaving me empty and wanting.
This wicked self I seek to slay,
that I may get victory, even today.
RJT
