Lost in a world of confusion
waiting to be found ...
wanting it to be different this time round
the hunger for His voice and touch
calling me to wait.
Will I be found this time?
captured within the arms of delight
held tightly forever around trembling form
or will they too lose their hold
and let me fall deeper into that abyss
which lays darkly waiting for another failure.
Every night it tortures my soul
wickedly tormenting me
with glimpses of past failures
whispering in my ear
that this too will send me spiraling
into the depths of that hungered hole
waiting with open arms
to enfold me within its tortured embrace.
It is wrong of me to so desperately
flee from this abyss that reaches for me?
I have a burning need to be rescued
from this torturous apparition
that follows my every move
desperately running in circles
in hopes that it will tire of my perfume
never stopping in one place long enough
to feel its haunting caress.
The only way to stop this agony
is to slaughter the beast that haunts me so
but I can not do it alone.
So I run once again
in an endless flee from arms that eventually
will ensnare me once again
almost finding comfort
in that which haunts my endless nights
for its arms are so familiar.
Maybe it is I
that runs after it...