WOE IS ME

Oh woe is me, a slave not free.A salt who's flavor is lost.  
 For bewitching is the power in me.Of doing what I feel.  
The substitution of error for truth.Matured in me conceals.  
 The fact that it's imaginings, my concupiscence reveals.  
Oh woe is me, I do believe, higher power, that there be.  
  If only flesh be one with spirit.And then his face I'd see.  
For there is a fight in unseen air, Yes darkness everywhere.  
  And if not known, just by this poem.A victory must be won.  
   I now fearnot but live with care.
  Takes only supplication, friend takes only little prayer.  
 
                         TheO