I can’t get my head on straight enough
To think this through to the end
I try to stop and think about it again
Just trying to stop long enough to catch
The thoughts racing through my mind
Restlessness is the only constant state
I’m finding myself in no other place
To stop for a moment would be bliss
But no bliss is found here this night
All lights are on and all signs say go
As my head spins in every direction
Worries are the lament of my soul
I cry out for any moment of peace
Only left in pieces on the open floor
I look up in the darkness above
Which, if it could reflect upon itself
Would then reveal my own lonely soul
Guilt lives in my mind’s shallow halls
The stained walls left untouched
The dimly lit thoughts that won’t escape
Thoughts of pain, and remorse undone
Chained down by despair’s strong hand
Spent to live these days in the dark
Condemned to dwell in my mind alone
No way of escaping this unholy place
Tenants of pain, condemnation, remorse
Guilt, shame, frustration, worry, doubt
Constant companions to each other
And constant visitors to the way I feel
I find no door knobs here on the inside
Doors do go from my head to my heart
But they stench of the same destruction
I am guilty of letting them in long ago
The thoughts that fester still in my head
They are the guests I brought to dinner
I’ve heard long ago of an ancient way
Of a man who holds keys that set men free
The Master Keyholder to my darkest doors
A key to be found in the form of a Cross
To release me and free me from my sin.
How can one know how to find this man?
In a silent moment of never known peace
I hear a steady knock on the outside door
(I hold the keys)
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