It came like mist On water at night Slowly But powerfully I didn't even know It was there at first Until it turned my heart From the beating read To the dead black I left all familiarity For hopes of something better Little did I know I was leaving paradise For its nemesis I rolled my life away Like dice Until nothing was left Save that charcoal heart And a feeling of defeat In my mind I had fallen Into a pit Of destruction And slick as the walls were I could not get out I shouted to passersby And cried out for anyone Anything That would save me From this shadow Yet none Would turn aside I wallowed long In my own thoughts And searched for another way If only I could find a foothold I could climb out on my own For days I attempted escape Only to fall again and again Until I was so broken I could try no more And it was there Deeply submerged In darkness And despair That my soul sang An old song Like a prayer answered In my misery And inability I saw a man Glowing And more radient than any Sunset Climb down to join me Taking my hand, He helped me to my feet and suggested That I make use Of His shoulders Standing then, upon them, I found myself able To reach the top Looking back Unto my Savior, There was now no way for Him to climb out "Good sir, how, now do you make your escape?" He spoke softly "My job is done, it is finished, Pass on now to freedom, Go now back home
Not my best work, but an extended version of a poem I wrote last month ish. (Prodigal)