Troubled Soul, A Beautiful Exchange

Doubts, fears, frustrations.
Poisons to the mind.
Crippling.
Scenarios flashes past the mind.
Heinous thoughts, based on the darker side of your psyche appear.
Denial, more frustrations.
The laughter of demons, cackling and spiteful.
Lances of pain stabs the skull.
Heart, a throbbing dull ache.
Chest heavy, making breathing slightly difficult.

On what causing this, I know not.
I wanted to roar at the heavens, yet civilization barred me from doing just that.
I want to run and escape, yet there are no shangri-la's in concrete jungles, save those that requires a huge sum of money.
Solace, there is none.

All I can do is pray.
To run to the arms of my Saviour.
A place where I can meet Him.
A place of beautiful exchanges.