Had my head meeting with hammers after throwing my compass away.
Swerved without thought, adding more fault, rubbing wounds crashing with pain.
Couldn’t see God’s care.
Whispers from demons masquerading voices pitching in pitch black pitch.
Depression, standing as if victory promised, withstood if not totally defeated.
I see through.
Darkness dripped from every ceiling in my nightmares, numb, feeling heavy over done.
Not now. Not at this time.
God says he’ll never leave or forsake, only promise I held on to during underwater earthquakes.