Surrender

I hear the voice of whispered dreams,
Which echoed long ago
The distant thunder shakes the ground,
As the fear within me grows

The voice approaches steadily,
As fires form in Its wake
I turn to flee on legs of stone,
Theres no more I can take

The world beneath me opens up,
As struggling...I run
But mournful cries of tortured souls,
Has only just begun

I force myself to continue on,
As terror fills my mind
With fear and hope my only friends,
I pray that I'll survive

Hands of Death have reached for me,
For all these dreaded years
I feel the wounds of loneliness,
As I wipe away the tears

I slowly stop and face the End,
My head held ever high
With peace of mind I reach for Him,
No longer scared to die....




Poetry by Pure Evil
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Written on 2018-05-26 at 03:57

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