Salvation,
Does it exist?
For some maybe…but yet?
I fear there is no hope for me;
For I cannot forget.
Salvation,
Fades like fog,
From the day which journeys on.
I know no one will save me.
I step and step along.
Salvation,
Is a ghost.
I’ve heard it exists yet still,
I can’t see or feel its’ form;
It simply haunts my will.
Salvation.
Tell me how?
I know that I’m to save myself.
Yet, how….Oh God! How?
How does one save ones’-self?
Salvation.
Where and how?
I’m lost and I’m so scared.
How does one fight against ones’-self?
And come out unimpaired?
Salvation.
If I kill.
If part of me just dies away.
Would I still be ‘me’ anymore?
Or would I die as well that day?
Salvation,
Does it exist?
To me it is a mocking wraith.
I’m not capable of salvation.
No, I do not have your faith!
K. Aldaya, 4/15/14
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