Hi guys,long time no see. Hope you guys have been good? May the blessings of the Lord be with you and may He comfort you on every side.
Here is a poem I wrote yesterday at work. My pastor would say fear has torment but Fear means:
F – False
A – Appearing
R – Real
If its not real, why do I feel this way? Why does it feel so real? Why? I cannot proffer answers,but I can tell you how I feel and we can reason together. Enjoy
I am scared,
Scared of something I do not know,
Scared of something I cannot describe,
Scared of something that haunts me in my sleep,
One that submerges me in fear until I am neck deep,
Threatening to snatch the life out of me,
And be the eventual death of me,
I feel it,
I feel it,
I feel the emptiness that resides deep down in my soul,
Deep and bottomless and as black as coal,
Enthroning itself over my feeble heart,
Reigning and ruling without tact.
So I cried,
Hoping to cry my fears and worries away,
Wishing that I fade, and eventually fade away,
As I cried,
See the tears come pouring like rivers of waters,
And I cried,
Until my eyes became without water,
So I ran,
Ran as fast as my legs could me, carry,
Until my legs were numb and heavy,
Till I became breathless and was gasping for air,
Till I felt faint and as light as a strand of hair.
Wished I could fly,
Fly past and above the sky,
Till I have touched every mountain high,
Till I am far from earth and the heavens draw nigh,
Until my wings are lost or broken,
Until there’s no way back from heaven,
Until I realize that fear is a lie,
One that won’t stop, until the day I die.
Thanks for reading.