Take Away My Pain

Dear Reader,

I'm on the treadmill called 'Time',
It has a speed and a rhyme.
Unable to control neither, I am,
I run, run until my legs drain.

Awaiting my fall to endure the pain,
I cry, cry for help and vociferously complain.
And then I hear "The Voice",
It tells me "Run, run, you don't have a choice".

And then I fail, I fall and I crumble,
O my Lord, the Pain,
I endure it again,
Making me helpless under its reign.

I thought I had a choice, I thought I made it right,
The outcomes were beyond my sight.
The thought kills me.
Time failed me.

O my Lord, the Pain,
Bringing with it, the wounds and stain.
"Hope", give me strength to fight,
Fight, fight with all my might.