10:30

“If you are real,

show me a sign.

I don’t believe you are.

If you are up there,

do what you must

to change my mind.”

11:30… I can’t sleep. I can’t think.

12:30… I have school tomorrow.

1:30… Something is wrong.

2:30… I watch the clock.

3:30… it’s bright red glow.

4:30…. It’s all I know.

5:30… It watches me.

6:30… It pulls me close.

6:59… my skin is burning.

6:60… I start to worry.

6:61… my heart is heavy.

6:62… my mind is splitting.

6:63… I think I’m sinking.

6:64… I’m hardly breathing.

6:65… my soul is broken.

6:66… the clock is frozen.

It’s then I notice,

the yellow eyes,

within the closet.

It stares at me.

I feel each second,

shifting to eternity.

Our eyes were locked.

For years on end.

His wicked gaze,

it ate my skin.

I looked away,

and saw a day.

Sword in hand.

I charged ahead,

Wings above land.

To the undead.

Angels at my back.

Leading them to war.

The armies of hell

collided with

my shining sword.

I awoke.

Was it a dream?

It couldn’t be.

It was too real.

He didn’t show Himself.

He just made Hell reveal.

(A poetic form of an actual journal entry of mine. True story. I was 15. It wasn’t a dream. I’ve only shared this with two people. Now I guess it’s time to share it with everyone else. I watched that clock. I watched those eyes. I felt the weight of eternity. It’s indescribable. I stared into those yellow eyes for lifetimes - trapped in them. Sitting up in my bed. I prayed a dangerous prayer. And it was answered. To say I was afraid would be a gross understatement. There were other happenings - I won’t go into them. It was… a very long ‘night’. After that, I didn’t end up believing in God for another 6 years. Talk about stubborn! This is something that haunts me in several ways. Anyway, sleep well, friends! Don’t let that clock get out of time. It’s terrible!)