Spiritual Drought... Poem by Trevor Schulte

I fight for another breath
as my motivation fades away.
Here I am stuck once again
in such turmoil that limits my views.
The pure intensity of this internal battle
gets the best of me as I fall back
on presumptions and facts.
Panting I crawl on my hands and my knees
searching for the living water to put me at ease.
As the walk gets longer,
and my knees give out;
I fall to the ground
in this spiritual drought.
I lose my sight, my vision is blurred,
my ears are covered, nothing is heard.
I am stuck in this state where all is lost,
no promise can be push me as the threshold is crossed.
Clueless I hold to the given,
as my faith starts to wear thin,
I am breaking down inside
to the fulfillment of Satan's grin.
Oh, just to feel the transcendence
that I had once felt.
A feeling based purely on wonder and awe
where my knees would not give way
under pressure, but to Perfection.
A time when all else was worthless
in my own eyes,
and life didn't seem to begin,
until daily I died.
If only it would return,
rejuvenating my soul,
filling that hole,
encouraging me
to no longer walk the coal.
To refurbish my heart
back to sentimental rejoice,
humbling my deeds
to One True Voice.
This day may be vague,
thinning as we speak,
but I will continue climbing
to reach Heaven's peak.