Ghosted

Ghosted               6/26/2015

I am a ghost

And I am a memory

Barely visible

Alien and Remote.

The world is unrecognizable

And turned against itself

Churning and convulsing

Inside and out. 

It is easy to fall

But harder to stand

When everything is contaminated

And everyone infected.

I thought I was safe

And I thought, that I was loved

But in the end

I was nothing

And barely survived at all. 

I tried to scrub off the stain

And I tried to hide my face

Broken, alone,

Rejected and ashamed. 

Less than nothing

And thrown away like trash

Nothing but a worm

Struggling on a sidewalk. 

Unforeseen can be the reason

In the dark night of the soul

But obvious in the end

The purpose and the cause. 

It was for this

That I was born

Starting out at the end

The last of the first

And the first of the last. 

The golden age is over

And the terror has begun

Reflected in the eyes of madness

Soulless and dead.

Evil rules the day

And many try to save themselves

More concerned of reputation

And money

Than truth. 

Bankrupt with silver

And corrupted by power

They pretend just enough

To keep it all going. 

If you have seen evil

Then you know it exists

And once you have lost,

And lived

Then, you have no fear.

 Hold on

And love with all your heart

Even though you lose

And even though

You hurt. 

God listens

And he will save

Not one of us missing

And not one of us

Ashamed.