INNER STRUGGLE

Time is the healer of all wounds,
so I have heard but what is to
become of my existence,
When my own mind becomes
an enemy that hunts my soul
down.....to the very edge where
my conscience lies bare and pride
falls into an endless pit,
just when my faith was about to
find it's feet in the world......
Just like that my hope shrivels
and my trust withers away,
As foreign feelings take over