The Grim Reaper

A cold draft is felt in the night
as I lie in the angst of pain.
Again the Black Hooded Caped Skeleton
lures at the foot of my bed frame.

He carries his scythe, a long blade,
which he uses to harvest men's souls.
In the other hand he clutches
a hour glass of life it controls.

He has two skeleton helpers
ready to make me history.
His bony out stretched hand
beckons me to leave my misery.

Tonight I can tell him no
and he leaves me forsaken.
But when I am too weak
to say no again I will be taken.

He jumps on a black war horse
that is circled by a crow.
Gone like a whirlwind and hopes
that tomorrow he will get my soul.

My Banshee

I hear her again outside my window
calling my name in the late night wind.
She must be a Sad Spirit or
a former family kin.

The sound she makes is a wailing
that sounds bleak and lonely.
As if she is grieving
for me who she visits only.

I took a quick peak to see
what see looks like.
She has long white hair and
a country dress red and bright.

When she is through she moves away
from my window into the night.
She sounds like the fluttering
of many birds taking flight.

I know she is my Banshee 
telling me soon I will be dead.
That it is not far off
but it is nothing to dread.

Topsy Turvy World

Black is White 
and Light is Dark.
Shadows are Bright
and Colors are Gray.
It is a Topsy Turvy World and Insanity Rules.

Friends are Foes
and Lovers are Strangers.
Happiness is Sad
and Pain in Fun.
It is a Topsy Turvy World and Insanity Rules.

Time has Stopped
and the Past is Now.
The Future does not Exist
and the Present is in the Past.
It is a Topsy Turvy World and Insanity Rules.

Medicine makes you sick
and Therapy makes you Depressed.
Living is Bad
and Dying is Good.
It is a Topsy Turvy World and Insanity Rules.

A Father's Wish

Although you are now both fully grown.
I remember when you both were born.
You had such beautiful smiles, hands, and feet.
I thanked God that you both were perfectly formed.

When you were children we played so much together
and we had so many hours of laughing and fun.
I enjoyed your school days and you both did so well
that I wish for all those days not to be done.

Now that I am sick, I don't hear from either of you
and spend my days very ill and alone.
Holidays. especially Christmas and Birthdays, are lonely
without having at least one of you at my home.

I now feel Death's out stretched hand
with my seizures becoming much worse.
So I wanted you both to know that you both have
my eternal Love before I'm put into a hearse.

The Cross of Nails

I have a cross made out of nails which I hold
when I am in deep pain and anguish.
It reminds me of the suffering my Savior
did to save me, and I thank my Lord Jesus.

Often my vision is blurred from my pain
and I am unable to see the cross of nails clearly.
That is when it looks like a sign post and gives me comfort
pointing up to Heaven where I can be with the Almighty.

The cross of nails reminds me that Jesus
is always with me in my agony and darkness.
Jesus guides me to God, hope, and peace
with the gentle touch of His Holiness.

I clutch my cross made out of nails and pray
for wisdom to understand my hours of pain.
I pray for strength to continue and ask God
when He is ready to take me to His Heavenly Domain.

Your Lost Lamb

Dear Lord Jesus, I am your lost lamb and I need help from You.
I have become a lost lamb and can not find my way in a corrupt land.
I need Your guidance to begin my journey with you anew.
The Devil has his grip on me an I wish that You would disband.

I have suffered the loss of my health, family, career, and wealth.
I have been humbled by the loss of my dignity and stature.
You showed me that the most important loss was the loss of health.
The near daily seizures of tremendous pain are such an abuser.

Your wisdom showed the seeking of earthly possessions and titles which
was wrong, but the right path is loving Jesus making Heaven my goal.
It seems that all the earthly treasures had me completely bewitched.
But now I am on the Heavenly path that will save my soul.

The Devil is angered with the path that I have chosen and he fights.
His weapons are my many painful seizures that I have to endure.
It seems the painful seizures are what gives the Devil more delight.
Doctors give me medicine but they have not come up with the cure.

I am the lost lamb who believes in Your absolute power and I cry
because I pray that you stop the Devil and heal my terrible pain.
I know I can ask my God for help and Your healing Hand will apply.
You are the Good Shepard over all the sheep that You Reign.