The Shroud Of The Silent Depths

By Imran Ahmed The Grave Looms Like A Storm On The Horizon Its Darkness Wraps Around Me Like A Heavy Cloak I Think Of It And My Eyes Lose Their Luster As Fear Gnaws At My Soul Like A Starving Beast They Say The Earth Below Is A Hornet’s Nest Where Snakes Lie In Wait And Scorpions Lurk In The Shadows Their Sting Is The Last Nail In The Coffin For The Sinful A Reckoning Written In Stone Unyielding And Cruel Fear Grips Me Like A Vice Shaking Me To The Core For My Sins Weigh On Me Like Chains I Cannot Break My Body Is A Leaf In The Wind Trembling Before Fate Yet My Faith Is A Rock That No Tide Can Erode He Who Pulled Me From The Jaws Of Despair Who Put Food On My Plate When The Cupboard Was Bare Will Not Leave Me To Be A Sitting Duck In The Dark The Grave’s Night Will Fade Its Terrors Will Turn To Dust And His Light Will Lead Me To Sleep As Sound As A Child.