Battles Of The Mind Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

The peeling walls of my mind feel like their
closing in on my sanity
Deep shadows of the farthest corners of
my periphery warning me of pending doom
At once a sense of calm begins to overtake
my being, as if the eternal tranquility of
death was already embracing me
Then, marching to the failing beat of my
heart, faint footsteps came to a halt
The war was over, the battle lost, and I
surrendering my soul to the demons
inside of me