By Imran Ahmed

The Grave Looms Like A Storm On The Horizon

Its Darkness Wraps Around Me Like A Heavy Cloak

I Think Of It And My Eyes Lose Their Luster

As Fear Gnaws At My Soul Like A Starving Beast

They Say The Earth Below Is A Hornet’s Nest

Where Snakes Lie In Wait And Scorpions Lurk In The Shadows

Their Sting Is The Last Nail In The Coffin For The Sinful

A Reckoning Written In Stone Unyielding And Cruel

Fear Grips Me Like A Vice Shaking Me To The Core

For My Sins Weigh On Me Like Chains I Cannot Break

My Body Is A Leaf In The Wind Trembling Before Fate

Yet My Faith Is A Rock That No Tide Can Erode

He Who Pulled Me From The Jaws Of Despair

Who Put Food On My Plate When The Cupboard Was Bare

Will Not Leave Me To Be A Sitting Duck In The Dark

The Grave’s Night Will Fade Its Terrors Will Turn To Dust

And His Light Will Lead Me To Sleep As Sound As A Child.