Scratching At My Soul
It had to be a dream
But so, so real
It did seem
And it did feel
Like everything in sight
Had it's own appeal
Oh how bright
Was the black
Of the night
Then the attack
From all around
Front and back
Unbelievable was the sound
Of pain's own cry
Even through the ground
Fight or fly
No! run and hide
Stay and die
Not hard to decide
It seems to be everywhere
Escape I tried
It didn't care
I could feel the cold, dead touch
Through my soul it did tear
The pain was much
More than anything
Unbearable or such
Fearing what it will bring
Resist, fight and pray
To the one and only King
I am not prey
Never have been
And not that day
Copyright © Jay Moore | Year Posted 2018
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