Poetic Embraces

Shattered Faith

Late at night, when the stars reach the end
And slide to the ground to find a place to die,
My soul awakes to witness the angel's battle
Between the light and dark shadows where I form--
Haunting my brain with unwanted memories.
I wish I could fall with the stars and blanket
The hidden depths of a tortured nightmare.

Inside a universe-- so small yet greatly vast--
I remember the way the day did end.
And I heard the cries of heaven's forgotten lines,
Of souls like mine trying to pretend
They belonged to the light when darkness
Came for them--bringing them down to Hell's
Gates, where their eternity would begin

I wait for one to claim me as their own--
But neither side will say for me to come in
From the purgatory that is earth, where I
Reside in a forgotten loop, a bottle of
Champaign held half empty in my hand,
A token of the tears that always flow
As celestial feelings engulf my troubled soul.

God or demon-- which one will gain control
And release me from a prison without strings
Attached, and guide me back into the fold
Of sheep serving time in the night's contrasting sky--
Guarded by hearts tempted by original sins--
So gallantly paid by a savior forever unseen,
Not knowing which side I serve: the light or the dark?

Instead, I pray to idol Gods, trying to beat the odds--
As statues promise your soul to repent,
Cold beings without a purpose except to me and mine--
A church that is built on wet and shifting sand,
Ready to plunge into the ocean on a whim,
Taking me down a path so far untraveled--
Leaving the frays of my soul unraveled.