My Inner Cry

There lurks a dismal shadow. It hovers over me.
It offers only fear and doubt to keep me company.
It matters not how fast I run, the cold of its presence follows.
It robs me of fulfillment and in its place, leaves hollows.
Uses subtle ways of convincing me of defeat.
Makes me dependent on a pill to feel complete.
"Leave!" I cry out in attempts to pry my weak soul free.
I look up to the only One capable of delivering me.
"Dad, I want to feel the warm sun on my soul again.
I have a vision for a tunnel with a bright light at the end.
I long to taste sweet contentment on my dry, parched tongue.
I yearn for peace upon my heart, just like when I was young.
Please Father, come! I need you now. I'm too feeble to win this fight.
The hold this darkness has on me is far too strong and tight.
I'm sorry I put all my faith in a manufactured pill.
I should have leaned on You instead, for a way to heal.