Prison of Darkness

(Poem by Gene F. Brady Jr. 7/5/2011)

A place,

a prison,

a feeling where you're mind starts to go.

The dark place,

with no promises, 

a world unknown to thy own.

If motivation can help me, 

help me break away from my fears,

away from this prison of what if's and darkness,

help me be a freer soul lord Jesus, so that I don't have to live in fear.

Wanting to go the distance, 

wanting to strive for a goal, something bold, 

but I feel held back by a feeling of darkness,

the doubt that comes from my tortured soul.

No love from another,

in a room of singled souls,

from a father who doesn't know what lies deep in inside

from a bitter past,

parents fighting,

the notion that has taken its hold

and torn a son's confidence,

from the face from a world of worthless gold. 

I hold the key to progress, my progress, 

as I look for motivation, from a quote.

I'm ready to take that chance of a life time,

that next step in life,

but I'm stopped by death, by the cold, 

by the fear that takes control of my soul.

The cold from the dark place,

the fear that's deep inside.

There is still the need to want to elevate the soul to great things,

but there is also this fear that kills the hype to strive, to become alive.

God, I pray for hope, 

as well as I pray to be a stronger man, 

please take this fear away from me,

this disease, this sickness, the anxiety that has control over me

with handcuffs that bind my hands.