I trip and slide
in the ooze of deceit
my insides swarthed
rotting hurting
sickness
the vile spirit
settling in
testing me like Job
taunting me
I will never be
what my potential was
fulfill my purpose
sadness sheathing me
at my wasted time
he couldn't trip me
with anger
or stripping me of child
he couldn't slay me suicide
he could not get me
to spurn God
so he cheats with illness
forgetting
that I already traded
my life to God
for numbers of children
who someday
will fulfill their purpose
for I layed down my life

by haod 11-3-09