Mark 5:1-13

The Gerasene Demoniac

Voices, voices,
legion voices
Yet I am alone
My body not my own
but I feel the pain
of shackle and chain
of cold and stone.
Voices, swearing cursing
using my throat
but I see the fear
the revulsion
so many faces
pulling me here and there
and in despair
I know
there is no hope
better to be a shadow in Sheol
than alive in a shell which is not my own.