Solitude of My Dreams
By Anthony Black
As I walk along this midnight hour, denying the truth that I find.
Constantly in this journey of shadows, bleeding the truth I cannot deny. Traces of my own life that have been left behind, kisses of death creeping up slowly, feeling the taste surrounding me so, yet to ???, but very real. The wounds I suffer I try to lick, never healing from that first kiss.
Yelling with desperation violent screams from that of the fear – fears inside, the demon of my dreams, that awaits to devour my soul. Running to flee, desperate to hide, as I feel the panic in me arise. Frozen in time, listening for the sound sounding in my mind. Like hearing a rhythmic beat, which I recognize as mine. All at once the terror creeps over my face that I had not escaped the demon of my dream.
“Me”.
Abba Father
By Anthony Black
Oh Father, who has given us grace, mercy and salvation through faith, that we are saved from all our corruptible worldly ways.
Forgive us Lord as we forgive ourselves, even though who we have wronged will not come to grasp the sorrow of guilt that we surpass.
So, Abba Father, give us peace that we may find tranquillity in our heart, mind and soul, so we can serve you as a whole.
Joined together as one church, God being the head, and as we the members. For where the Father goes, the members will follow toward the fold to someday call us home.
My Pain
By Anthony Black
The pain I feel is from my own mind created by the choice to take a life and just to watch another die. Who am I to deny the coldness that was placed inside the essence of what is of my own mind, targeting people of my kind, not even knowing the real reason why. Just suffering in pain that is too much to bear and asking of it, you should not dare. While all the while it makes me numb just sitting here covered in their blood. Seeing it clear as I am frowning down facing my fear of what I have done. As the smelling of death that is closing in tight, because the pain that is so great for no one can relate, to what goes on within my walls. So, as I scream in this pain that never fades, blaming myself through all my days. Never forgetting the things I have seen, not flinching away too soon just to see the sight I cannot undo.
Staring deep into those eyes, just knowing that I have crossed the line. I will not forget the terrifying thing I did, because it hurts me deep within. I did not know it would end this way, so I will ask the Lord to take it away. Hoping I might find peach which I seek and be the decent man I was meant to be, instead of this cold-hearted twisted mind of a victimizer’s state of being. As I do this time, I will take and stand against a man who helped create this horrific tragedy of which is called “My Pain”.
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