Treasure Island

Frank Pulver

(10/28/1971 / born-(Hudson, New York) - raised-(Tampa, Florida))

David vs. Goliath


The uphill Battle

There is a giant know as addiction
It will tear your mind, body and soul apart
As it tears apart your spirit as it crushes your heart

It will over shadow you
Staring out in with it's menacing frown
It's sole objective holds you down

Most would say that the odds are against me
But I am determined to fight this thing called addiction.
I will not let it cause me destruction

Addiction will do almost anything to destroy me
This is why I am glad to have Christ, Who will guide me and never let me go
Thank goodness that addiction can no longer destroy me with it's poisonous blow

Addiction tried to return, but it has made a mistake
It finally has failed to control me
Even though some people will never care to see

I am glad that everyone sees me in this battle an underdog
They see me as being worthless and my life will be completed
This why feel like my Faith is like David and my Addiction is like Goliath and as we know Goliath was defeated

Submitted: Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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