Against My Will Poem by Eric Zinbabora Batung

I am drowning.
I am losing it.
The straw of hope is slipping away.
Through my fingers it is slipping away.
I look on but helplessly.
Hold unto my hand Dear Lord.
Pull me up unto grace.

My hope, my will, my strength,
Away they have been washed.
The vagaries of the flesh,
The cravings of the heart,
Have overwhelmed me.

Now with the scattered relics of hope,
Scraps of strength and
Orts of will left in me I cry;
Take me unto thy self Lord God Almighty
Even against my will.