BRING it BACK

Silence surged through a hollow of noise and descended the room
Yet dropping a tune of something odd, spelling a doom
There!!! or could it be a dream ?
I saw a spirit glide past letting open a running tap of fears
A presence I did feel but couldn’t see left my lungs expanding in sears
Oh! for when sleep had fallen on men
My bed became a rack of tortures and to slumber i dread
But wait! I heard a sound ,a cracking noise
No!! I cried to appease the weakened walls of the room from tearing apart
Eyes shut not to behold my deepest fears
Down it came tumbling in a heap of sorrow

“THE WALLS”

And my home laid desolate like a forsaken city,peace of mind departs

“My life in shambles”

My tears flowed a bucket yet unshed
As I wandered in an archive of despair
Groaning in a shattered shelter beyond repair
Then to my hearings, the words were brought stealthily

“BRING IT BACK”!

What?! I froze in alarm, a voice but no one ; staring yet bleak,gazing still dim
Then I caught the sight of something so tormenting
It was an eye,a pair of misty eyes peering accusingly into my soul
Clothes ripped open in anguish, I began to cry
For something unknown whips me
Commotion and terror entwines and again it came, the words “bring it back”
Confusion multiplied
Wrapped in a garment of distress, I retorted –I have nothing of yours
But gracious me!
In drops, I watched it fall, tears forming a river
Water and blood gushing out in a downpour
The basis of my salvation
And I heard groans of pains from the stripes
My heart stopped cold for I realized a man was in there
Standing transfixed ,reality hugging me so tight, could it be him?
It was indeed him
Taking a quick glance at myself, I realized I was clothed in dirt!
Covered in the mud of sin
…and shame clouded my vision; in that confused tie
I laid down wishing to die
When he called softly in the stillness of the night
My daughter!
But wait did he just call me daughter?
Oh I cried out in dismay “here i am master!”
In a sorrow laden voice he asked “Does the salvation hurt rather than give joy?
Couldn’t you for me suffer a little still”
“Rabbi!” I called, “Death I do deserve”
With a seraphic smile, He stared down with love radiating in his eyes
A healing balm to my soul
“Bring it back ,your life!”
Just before I could ask why he still cared
He said “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU STILL”