Ghosts From a Dream

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:

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  1. Reblogged this on Fancy'sFullSpectrum and commented:
    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! 🙂

  2. What a beautiful, haunting piece of work. Really beautiful in a scorching and parched sort of way.
    Does that make sense to you?

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