Searching deep within the confines of my soul I talk to God in my own way...Thru the eyes of a young Latino male who has battled Drug Addiction to this very day...I am imprisoned in a shell of the former me. A vagabond and slightly deranged slowly being consumed by death. The clock is ticking I must confess I am not perfect but neither the rest. Unbound by the soliloquy of fate stuck between the fine line of gambling with faith. The dread of the night followed by unquenchable terror I lay alone in my bedroom apartment wondering how far have I drifted from Him...my Creator the ultimate source of divine love, mercy and fate.  I try my best I still fail and receive the poisoned part of me filled with solitude and silence but full of sinful acts and thoughts of hate. Knowing apart from love and hate from sin or simply obey I am a lone fugitive running from the destiny that awaits. Lord once again I have failed and am miserably crawling back to kiss your feet or face...but at times of turmoil and it's frail test I am again found pleasuring my flesh. Perhaps I will remain balanced between obeying your commands or disobeying fully with a worldly yet temporary smile on my face. I'm here Christ ...am the fugitive that fell from God's pearly gates.

I am God's Fugitive that I cannot ever change...I have received God several times in my Life but none of them made me feel completely safe. Nevertheless it's my fault for falling apart from his glory. I fear for my salvation to be at stake in here. Due to the fact that assumed responsibility for what I couldn't fight for...don't leave me now holy spirit for I stand alone in the impending darkness. Let your light shine thru the eerie shadows of death.
©Franko the Christian Poet