Therapy
I
Could I have done what I believe?
Or am I just a wand'ring fool
Not knowing yet just what is cool
But is this not of yestereve
The problem too large to conceive
Yet here it is, now to unspool
II
Wide awake in this hall of fears
The beginning too rough to feel
And all that this will do is steal
my sanity; the shadow leers
And drinks the power from my tears
What left? Naught but to kneel
III
My thoughts turn inward, then above
This therapy a fright'ning chill
That robs me of my spirit's will
At last! My prayers heard in white lands of
That God of life, that God of love
The Spirit gives me of my fill
I
Could I have done what I believe?
Or am I just a wand'ring fool
Not knowing yet just what is cool
But is this not of yestereve
The problem too large to conceive
Yet here it is, now to unspool
II
Wide awake in this hall of fears
The beginning too rough to feel
And all that this will do is steal
my sanity; the shadow leers
And drinks the power from my tears
What left? Naught but to kneel
III
My thoughts turn inward, then above
This therapy a fright'ning chill
That robs me of my spirit's will
At last! My prayers heard in white lands of
That God of life, that God of love
The Spirit gives me of my fill
EDIT: Heh. After reading it, I realized something. About a month after I wrote this, I lost my Christian faith. Just food for amusement.
