misty river..jimmy

I am fighting for my soul,
against a familiar foe,
lost in the cliffs of my thoughts,
hanging of the edge,
with stress, and depression stepping on my fingers.
I feel myself let go,
caught by short waves of happiness,
lifting me back up on the cliff,
the rocks crumbing beneath my feet.
looking around for ultimate salvation,
facing another storm of life,
beat down by the rain,
lost in the noise of thunder,
seeing my life flash before my eyes.
pushing through to the next day,
darkness wants my life,
it never stops chasing me,
staying one step ahead of the fog,
but running in circles.
That's why escaping seems impossible,
for now,
those evil beings are held at bay,
counting my blessings twice,
waiting for that mass to consume me again.

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