Split

My soul is not at rest.

My emotions sway to and fro.

My actions are judged.

My words misconstrued.

As I play with the devils hand it satisfies my emotions.

Till I grow weak and helpless.

I say there is more to life than this.

As I try the other side.

I am at peace for a moment.

To know I have someone watching over me.

To tell me the truth and lead me to everlasting life.

An advocate to ease my pain if  I allow him.

But how does he take the pain away?

Does God take care of it?

Is the battle all his?

Do I help at all?

Soon I will see.

Soon I will see.

So I wash my hands of this for now.

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