Anthony Nutter Poet Rhyme

The Awakening

A. W. Nutter

Suspended in a darkened shroud
Screaming but making no sound
Naked and vulnerable feeling alone
Time standing still in the unknown

Unable to stop the body from trembling
The scenes from your life begin revealing
Sins and atrocities which were committed
Secrets on display, nothing being omitted

Satan striding through the lake of fire
His torturous kingdom is no ones desire
Spirit retreating into its earth bound shell 
Safe from persecution for a short spell

Suddenly awakening from the nightmare
With a sulphur odor still lingering in the air
Guilt washes over your earth bound form
As on bended knee you pray for reform

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Anne P. Murray July 28, 2012 at 11:05 AM Very powerful poem Anthony> "Satan striding through the lake of fire" This sentence paints a very visual picture Keep up your good work both poetically and with your walk in life Blessings...Anne

Sruthi Ajith July 4, 2011 at 3:04 AM nice work. I enjoyed !!!!!!

Busaba Patanawiroj May 31, 2011 at 4:54 AM Brilliant....Thanks so much, I can see hell from there. You are so good.

Don Johnson May 30, 2011 at 4:36 AM savage nightmare it does grip, with pounding heart me fingers slip don't sniff the burning sulphur, it... can kill you just a tiny bit :) when i sniffed burning sulphur, it punched me lung almost out, n Cassius wasna there aboutsss almost a coffin fit:) Great poem mate...Don

Vee Bdosa April 20, 2011 at 1:13 PM Many of my own dreams I awaken from I ask myself if I was dreaming then, or am I dreaming now? Poetry like this is food for thought, good stuff.

Sidney Hall Mad Poet April 15, 2011 at 10:40 AM YES!!! Love it. MORE PLEASE!!!

Cathy Aaron April 15, 2011 at 3:47 AM wow!! you are great! i love it!

Wilma Neels April 14, 2011 at 6:50 AM Wow you depict it brilliantly!!

Doris Culverhouse April 1, 2011 at 8:17 PM maybe your bowels were just over active?? hehe! scary dream/poem

Constance La France March 31, 2011 at 6:22 PM So many wonderful and stunning lines within your poem, you have a gift, I was gripped from the first word, and thanks so much for your kind words on my poem~~

Dana Smith March 30, 2011 at 2:56 PM Wow. This is amazing. Looking forward to reading more. Take care. Dana'lynn

Carol Sunshine Brown March 30, 2011 at 5:48 AM Enjoyed reading this excellent piece of poetry this morning Anthony. Thank you for sharing it. Love, Carol