The Victory

When the time was ripe,

You peeled a piece of skin off

And the place where the skin was 

Started aching like it always-

Craved for endless days of agony.

The throngs of love it is, she said smiling,

Hers was a devious smile,

Making me feel that I was whole,

And stealing from me a while later,

All the joys of being alive. 

And I longed,

Longed for loneliness evermore.

Haywire was my spirit flying,

With the apprehension of the moments to come,

Where there were expectations,

There are privations.

Where there was hope,

There is only dampness. 

So when I saw my skin being peeled off,

I saw the damage done to my soul.

I won't blame her or anyone else.

I won't judge myself either.

But my spirit now knows the Way,

And it seeks to ascend,

To the Master’s ray. 

Luminescent are my dreams now,

As I slip quietly,

Into the walking nightmare,

Where she is still peeling off my skin,

Slowly, and I longed,

I longed for my breath to stop,

Thereby ceasing to express my cries of agony,

Registering the final step clearly,

As that of my victory. 

Victory I called it, and quickly rephrased,

Regretfully calling it my failure. 

The only way out now, 

Is to express my pain and cry out,

Lash out with my hands, 

Tear her eyes out, 

Clawing her flesh with my fingernails, 

Biting her arms off of me,

Screaming out loud for the Saviour,

To hear me, and come for me.

It is in your will, 

Oh, my heavenly father, I succumb,

And surrender, to see the ultimate,

And final victory.