December

Ravens circle around this carcass,
stalking their weakened prey.
I can feel defeat’s morbid kiss,
destroying me right where I lay.
Beaten down by life; My God.
How much longer will this go on?
Am I expected to arise out on top?
What if I simply cannot?
My hand extends looking for hope,
I’m pulled away from the safety rope.
My lungs grow heavy as air begins to vanish,
I do not think my will can manage.
The end of the tunnel’s light goes out,
I am filled with no more doubt.
Death has completely taken me,
surpassed by life, have mercy on thee…
Just as I begin to surrender,
God saves my soul for another December.