The sound of footsteps
The creaking of the door
A flicker of light through its cracks
And the eye peering through the open jam
Now pressed under its weight i can not move or breathe
I leave my body as it forces its way in
A silent scream
Heard in the distance
Faint to the ear
Yet heavy on the heart
When it smelled my blood
It tore its way into me
And ate my soul
And now its gone
But yet its there
I feel its eye upon me always
Waiting for me
I feel its hot breathe upon my neck
And now you are here
Gentle and humble hearted one
Rocking me to sleep in the cradle of my nightmare
Offering me sanctuary in receiving your yoke
You assure me
We can pull together and plow through this fallow field of fear and regret
We can beat our sabers into plowshares rather than fall upon them in despair
Thorns removed with thorns
And both discarded into the fire
No longer resting on our laurels of crowns of thorns
My scars appearing as tattoos
Life writing its graffiti on my skin while I slept in the night
Somewhere in the twilight between the bittersweet symphony
And the divine comedy
And under the light of the waning moon
I unpinned my purple heart
Folded up my certificate of victim hood
Cast them into the ebb and flow of the tide
And walked into the sunset
A free man

Fantastic!!!
I enjoyed every word.

Nice poem .

Wow very deep, cowboy