Broken glass splashes on my running clothes,
Out of breath, my depth of vision’s clawed at
By horror sore-covered howling shadows.
No time to read them

Left to the open door! Shut bang. Beat pounds
In my ears at the rhythm of my wrecked heart!
Thuds approaching. I’m rushing the stairs hearing mounds
Ripping at the door.

The window once sunset filled throws scares at me:
Throngs of tonnes of torn formless hungry
Beasts rushing like flies to morbid unchalked concrete
And I sense defeat.

While sun shone I had sent my Protector
Packing in pride. Danger seemed within my grasp
So I chose my way through the forbidden sector
Where all’s now lost.

Behind my vault of piled furniture and locked door
Screeches, screams, roars stun my shot senses
And logic counts claws, teeth all seeking to gore
Me to pieces

“In the desert, destroyers will swarm: no one safe!
Oh, Lord, be my protector again for I have strayed.
Wheat, not thorns! Come with the angelic strafe
To protect what You planted!”

An angry pair of rabid eyes stares at my fleshy soul
Eagerly clawing in tandem with the team inching ever closer
As my barricade crashes, flies apart nut from bolt
Seeing me soon mauled

“A parched land laid waste for nobody cared
Lord, my iniquity is always before me! I care
Not just in fear, but now I see when You aren’t there
Who lurks, what prowls.

“RESCUE THE VINE YOUR RIGHT HAND PLANTED!”

Then a blast of light follows my desperate cry,
Arms crossed in their teeth’s way like pasta to a knife
Considering my life gone. The light turns the battle tide:
Light for closed eyes!

Opening my renewed eyes I see the shadows cowering and
Before long the thuds reversed, my fear transferred
And I think to myself: Pride be gone! Lord, let me stand
Forever with You!

(c) nyonglema