Indwelling From The Past

In a wind so strong
dragging past my skin
It brings back my pain
Living in old days
I was as a man that holds
a frail soul,
so limp and at odds
with all the world

In my mind I
Was struck with
Psychological anguish
A foul spirit of doubt and doom
I was at its will
Pills and living with it
that was of a dual object that saved me but,
bound my soul to it.

Now I thank God for his loving hand
As shards of glass withdrawn from my body
So I now drift on a cloud of joy
That my fills my thoughts
Warding off pathological affliction