He came to me Again last night, Never in flesh Always in my Sleep. He pinned me Down, Helpless my heart Lept. Hands, Too many of them, Grabbed at my body. No matter How much I Struggled, He continued to Go about his Work.
I stand at the door; Hand outstretched, Knuckles white and Arms trembling. I know I have to knock, But I'm afraid of what I will find on The other side. I was kind, right? Compassionate to all? I gave to the needy and lonesome! I tried hard to play by The rules? But I also lied … Continue reading Father, take me home
You never knew that I would have loved you well.
Beauty and grace, An empty shell, Behind her face.