War of the Hours

By:
Caleb Kestner

Against my monster I wage war

Ever certain, never sure
A blackness deep inside of me
Locked within, yet running free
Sin’s seduction, bitter sweet
Crippled wings, still fight to beat
I yearn to live, yet choose to die
I try to laugh, but only cry
The hours pass in dark of night
My soul cries out in search of light
My spirit mourns for what I’ve lost
My fight is weakened by it’s cost
Loss of love, I fall and weep
Love they gave, I failed to keep
War of the Hours never done
Never finished never won

This poem is about the inner struggle in all of us. The battle against that which
we know is wrong but still has an inhuman hold on our lives, the sins, the desires, the
weakness that pull us back down when we fail to give it all. When we fail to sacrifice it
all and in doing so fail completely.