You never write for me anymore…
Have you lost inspiration from me?
Do I not inspire you anymore?
Am I boring?
No longer at a distance so the love is different…
I see. 😦
I miss you writing for me. About me. To me. With me.
I miss it.
It breaks my heart I don’t cover your mind enough to be written about…
You know I love it!
You know it makes me smile.
Write for me my love, I beg for your words of encouragement and romance to light my day.
To lighten my nights!
Give me something to sleep on to make me have the best of dreams.
I need help, I need your writings…
Please my love, write.
The darkness crept into the light
Casting shadows all around
Reeling in demons that even the vilest and most wicked creature would shiver from
And blood curdling screams
Nothing is as tormenting as Satan’s dreams
Because not everything is as it seems
What the eye sees is not always real
Shadows turn into illusions and hallucinations
The only substance that you may feel
Breathing becomes heavy
The pores on your skin close blocking your sweating
Heat trapped inside your body
Along with you head pounding
Play with the devil’s devices
And you will endure his vices
He will control your mind
He will enter your sleep
Of Satan’s dreams.
The comfort I find in you, Lord, is unfathomable
The protection you provide cannot be broken
The love you show is unimaginable
And is proven by the words you have spoken.
How can I forget that you are a shield for me?
How can I forget that you lift my head?
How can I lessen the fact that the air I breathe
Is, in fact, the reason I am not dead?
But, I am alive and well
I am encouraged to be all I can be for you
In you is where I wish to dwell
And I hope my actions exemplify I do
For I in you
And You in me
Just us two
Make it be
An ever lasting joy
That others desire
May I employ
The strength you give me, to not tire
You take me higher
Than I have ever been
Released my anger
And sealed my sin
When insomnia takes over
And restlessness creeps into my life
I have recently discovered
You kill those bothersome thoughts and comfort me at night.
I am still awake
I see the bright moon
I make images out of the constellations
Too bright to sleep
Too dark to be awake
Brain feeling like a million strings
Rustling around to keep me from sleeping
White noise from the fan
Confusing me further
Look to the hallway
I see the TV flashing like a strobe light
Train horns blowing
And helicopters’ lights overhead
God whispers in my ear
Time for bed
I fall asleep
And the last thing I remember
It was 3am.