XXVIII, FORSAKEN
Why is life filled with so many struggles?
As though man has not suffered enough at his own hands;
We must be faced with life,
Or eternal damnation.
Where do I stand? What—
Do I choose?
Do I choose life,
Or do I choose death.
So hard to hide the beast within;
Am I the only one at war,
With this demon raging within my soul?
Maybe therein lies the answer;
Each person has their own eternal war.
All fought on one's individual shore.
Through my eyes.
I see the souls of those still fighting their war.
All standing before a tide of continual darkness.
Most will fall into Darkness' wrath—
If they stand alone.
Yet there are those who have;
A glowing ghostly warrior.
And they radiate with some internal light.
Ones such as this do not fall before the darkness,
But placate it with simple words from their lips.
In the depths of my mind,
A time long forgotten;
I see myself with a light of my own.
Fighting a war;
But not alone.
What has happened to allow such change?
What have I done,
To allow darkness to overcome—
My faith in the one and only Son?
Please forgive what I have done.
I pray that someday you will no longer be forsaken,
Your great and precious Son.
