This poem is something from my heart in a time when i was in deep need of Christ and is also an apology to thise of you on the site i have acted .... strangely too.
In the darkness in the back of my mind
A demon festers like a silent wound
Always there
Always watching
Looking for the right moment
The time when defenses are weak
When the when I am distracted
Waiting like a hunting panther
A certain deceptive beauty in his eyes
Drawing me in
But like his fur the panthers heart is black as night.
In the darkness the wound festers
Spreading it’s cancer to every part of I
Is no where safe
Trapped in my own body like a prisoner
An endless cycle of pain
I run but never escape
I hide but am found
How can I run from myself
Every time you give the panther ground I die a little
A cure must be found
Lest I wither into dust on the wind
A doctor comes
Wise and strong he stands like a lion ready to protect his family
Peace washes over like a rushing wave
As if nothing matters but me and he
The moment he turns his back the panther strikes
Spreading more of his deadly cancer
His vile poison
The only cure is to operate
The cancerous wound must be removed
During the operation something goes wrong
The beloved doctor dies,
Though the cancer is gone you can’t help but to weep
Three days hence he returns
In all glory and the beauty of truth
I fall to your knees and worship
Rise he says
For you are now my brother
Purified of your sin you are free to go
Tell all whom you meet the cure has come
The lion of Judah stands ready for battle.
In the darkness in the back of my mind
A demon festers like a silent wound
Always there
Always watching
Looking for the right moment
The time when defenses are weak
When the when I am distracted
Waiting like a hunting panther
A certain deceptive beauty in his eyes
Drawing me in
But like his fur the panthers heart is black as night.
In the darkness the wound festers
Spreading it’s cancer to every part of I
Is no where safe
Trapped in my own body like a prisoner
An endless cycle of pain
I run but never escape
I hide but am found
How can I run from myself
Every time you give the panther ground I die a little
A cure must be found
Lest I wither into dust on the wind
A doctor comes
Wise and strong he stands like a lion ready to protect his family
Peace washes over like a rushing wave
As if nothing matters but me and he
The moment he turns his back the panther strikes
Spreading more of his deadly cancer
His vile poison
The only cure is to operate
The cancerous wound must be removed
During the operation something goes wrong
The beloved doctor dies,
Though the cancer is gone you can’t help but to weep
Three days hence he returns
In all glory and the beauty of truth
I fall to your knees and worship
Rise he says
For you are now my brother
Purified of your sin you are free to go
Tell all whom you meet the cure has come
The lion of Judah stands ready for battle.