Poem ( rather lengthy)--untitled still

Met up with a man at the door
We went down onto the rolling floor
The long straight road underground
There is a secret needing to be found
Live life to serve God, make Him smile
Everyday seems an endless trial
Can't seem to get along, I tried
But their kindness was only a lie
Daggers in my back as they sneer,to turn me to darkness they dare
The man and I are now in the middle, the old lightbulb swaying
After this point it gets darker, colder
I can sense the evil breathing down my shoulder
My own mother rejects me, the world a reflection of her hate
Yet, I still want to love yet it's denied
I have turned evil in the past, my Heavenly Father didn't let that last
Memories flash back as light in tunnel lacks, the gray becoming black
Remembering the anger, fear and the repressed tears
Horrible thoughts of retaliation , ways to vent and unleash frustration
I see it again, I feel it
Standing before the emptiness, black ,cold nothingness
Anxiety used to make me run away, but two years after I began to write this, I am not the same
I refuse to run now , shine Gods white light into this pit
Fear out of sight
Stronger, more confidant facing these demons of my past, of my subconscious mind
Toil no more, there's no reason to stay
To be held captive by pain,emptiness,darkness from my life
God has gotten me through, now there's only one thing to do
Gather my composure, standing strong with a contrite heart
Let God light up this tunnel
Rejecting the dark and filling it with His Glory
Knowing everything in my life is in His hands
Trusting Him with all my mind ,body, soul and spirit
Face my demons and move on holding the hand of Jesus as He moves me through

I am so glad that you posted this even though you didn't have a "title" for it yet!
Titles are not important...sometimes they come much, much later.
Don't ever let a "title" be an obstacle, you'll only limit yourself.
This was a good read, honest, raw, in the stream...sans p.c. nonsense.

Thank you.. The first part was written 2 years ago and I put the ending on hold. Then I was able to finish the ending :) Praise God forever!

That's a good discipline, I've found that snippets in notebooks eventually come together like pieces of a puzzle in due time.
Some things just flow, some take time.
Somethings can't be rushed...from the heart...and suffer credibility when the mind is allowed to fill in the voids.
There is no rush.
I look forward to more from you...in due time of course.