Penciled Thoughts
Again a nightmare creeps
I'm bound and cannot breath.
Evil men are present
they hold me make me freeze.
I don't know what to do
in agony and in fear.
Evilness surrounds me
screams of men I hear.
Each man's sin is what I've bore
as they walk through my closed door.
Words scatter all around the room
they're broken on the floor.
I don't know what I can do
immobile on my bed.
Knowing I'm about to die
a quiet prayer I said.
Suddenly I'm free at last
I spring on to my feet.
Ready to fight this foe
this nightmare that I meet.
But all I find is emptiness
there's nothing far or near.
I looked all around the house
finding that it's clear.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, God
I say with a teary eye.
Know He saved me once again
from a nightmare that's a lie.
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A Nightmare
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