Making Amens..
(Yes, I spelled it that way. Pronounce it ‘amends’)
The battle of the mind
Where two battles intertwine
One side is deserted
The other: columbined
Every day is a battle, I can’t seem to win
So hear my cries through the rattles
Of the whispering wind
The hatred of sin
Demons buried within
Cry out to their master
“Father, forgive us again…….
But the days are getting darker, as I get close to my end…….
So I’ll end this prayer,
By Making “Amens”.