I redid this poem today. More wrestling with words and feelings.
Ghosts From A Dream
~Copyright 2013 Diana Rasmussen~
Ghosts from a dream
Blood curdling screams
Old Buried feelings
holding hidden meanings
Burial chambers
Echoing danger
Negative energy
Smiling cleverly
Up out of the grave
Trying to enslave
Contemptuous jeers
Whispered in my ears
Accusing echoes
Tormenting my soul
Secrets that covered
Buried and smothered
Feels out of control
Crazy thoughts GO
Drag them out of night
into the daylight
Darkness cannot fight
When exposed to Light
Shriveled old schemes
Ghosts from a dream
In the beginning [before all time] was the Word (Christ), and the Word was with God, and the Word was God Himself.
He was present originally with God.
All things were made and came into existence through Him; and without Him was not even one thing made that has come into being.
In Him was Life, and the Life was the Light of men.
And the Light shines on in the darkness, for the darkness has never overpowered it [put it out or absorbed it or appropriated it, and is unreceptive to it]. ( John 1:1-5 AMP)
Here is the First version of Ghosts From A Dream, back in August:
http://dianarasmussen.com/2013/08/27/ghosts-from-a-dream/
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No matter how you express yourself it all comes down to your inner core and belief’s and if that works for you, I say never ever give up what drives your passion to write! Raw and beautifully done my Friend! 🙂
Thank you beautiful 😉
What a beautiful, haunting piece of work. Really beautiful in a scorching and parched sort of way.
Does that make sense to you?
Yep, I’m there. Oh well, guess the more empty I am, the more Jesus can fill me up…