Nightmare In a Transient Tryst
I awoke in shock from a nightmare
That flew me to Eden
Riding in glory a martyr mare
That metamorphosed my dreams in Sweden.
Little did I appreciate
The next morning the message depth
I gleaned from the nightmare that did ingratiate
Itself from my mind as traces shook my faith.
I awoke promptly, knelt down
Called Jesus in my prayer
As in pain I struck my eiderdown
In the wake of trials from a faith slayer.
The next morning shaken into disbelief
I consulted my parish priest
Who in high esteem held my belief
Despite indiscretions in my transient tryst.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
