March 6. 2014 – Another poem

1:03 and the past cries out to me

A restless sleep  brings no reprieve

Looming shadows of forgotten vows

Mock and taunt me openly now

You willingly promised beneath the new moon

And there is no deliverer, chants the old tune

Come back to where you know you belong

There is no salvation for which you so long

A lie, that’s what you brazenly fell for

The time has now come to settle the score

Shaken and confused in a vague twilight state

I find myself thinking, yes this must be my fate

Wildly my heart pounds  as fear assaults every cell

Another nightmare has spun it’s vile, wicked spell

I claw toward wakefulness seeking desperately to transcend

No more, I  scream out, make this  torturous hell  end

Up, and now full awake my blood bought soul,

Praises my Saviour, knowing, he made me whole

Lies, that’s what my wicked past tries to feed me

But he is the truth  and from bondage I’m set free

His precious word rings out in the night

As I read aloud, the darkness is made light

My praises to him I so willingly sing

In him, there is  rest that sleep can not bring

March 6, 2014

Rhonda Embs