Dark Dreams Ripped Away

When filled with fright

Nowhere to run

Death looking you in the face

but eternal existence

You climb to the highest place

Searching without your given Angel

Trying to survive but knowing death is at your door

Tears can’t even fall anymore

Numb to focus

Everything been ripped away and still a slave once more in a deep dark world where I survived

I hope on only a sketch drawn by a psychic

wondering if it still survives or if that dream died too

Will he be my savior

Does he even exist

Or is this another ripped up dream awaiting deems

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J. Palmer

Living under the wings of God and the angels around me keeping me going and safe. Sharing the love of Christ.

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