Light in the Dark

---Light in the Dark---

I am a friend of sorrow

Its company I borrow.

With morning's break

I lay prostrate awake.

Nights I spend pondering

Still days I spend slumbering.

Sitting and waiting for change to come

A bleak reality known by some.

But all my waiting does not avail

And I am lost in my own despair.

I patiently await my own execution

As the dust prepares my accommodations.

My spirit is poured out onto the earth

And I kneel weeping over the dearth.

I see my reflection, my blood runs bleak

And my body wavers frail as it becomes weak.

The light is snuffed out, now in isolation.

While depravity alienates me in my destitution.

I hear the wind, but do not feel it

I see the water, but cannot drink it.

Through a foggy glass I peer

And still salvation is not too clear.

Obscured under breath, the image is gone.

Somehow I find the strength to press on.

I am detained, enslaved, regretfully.

A life that no longer avails to me.

A fantasy that is no longer mine to gain

My purpose is oblique, to me uncertain.

Maybe I suffer so that others would not

But suffering itself, the world hasn't forgot.

Denied what other's would not live without

Yet secretly ridiculed for moping about.

I do not feel that pity that I loathe.

I do not hate it, I do not love.

The world is a chaotic battleground

And I have been shot, my body unfound.

Maybe it was for the best that I end toiling there

Stagnant in my earthen lair

Than to have my head high in the clouds

And overlook the reality we all enshroud.

I see the pain that is real and plenty

And have dealt my hand with uncertainty.

I evaded the long perceptible reach

Of a congregation so thoroughly bleached.

I Found a way 

That leads away from decay.

And found a home

Where many lie alone.

The truth is clear, I know that much

To teach the world the truth and such.

Because I am alive I have time to spare

To share with those who actually care

Of a love that supersedes human expectation

And into new life on an eternal foundation.