The Forgotten Savior

He sees life as a murky mad world
Failing to see the beauty bursting
like a bright light from
his life, dominating the
donning darkness that
dully drags the sprightly
spirits of the people down.

Failing to see the beauty
of his little life
like one may fail to
see the beauty of
the fully faithful wife
who freely chooses to stay
with her soldier husband
through struggle and strife.
Never burying or bearing
the burly knife of
bestial betrayal, although
he is nearly never there, but
off fighting foreign soldiers
in a strange foreign land.

Instead, He sees his life
wildly worn down like
a cheap hot whore
after being had by hundreds
of men mulling utterly ugly
thoughts of frighteningly fun
flings and worthless one night stands.

Like the awful darkness
accompanying the cunningly
contagious disease. Quietly
killing the deeply depressed
without a thorough thought
from the populace who don't
really recognize the cold
cause of death.

Yes he wanders wildly through
his light filled life
not unlike a gnarly nomad
lost in deep anomie. He fully
fears the freedom and power
the awesome light affords him.
Deliriously refusing to liberate
himself from the damning darkness
that his thoughts are
thoroughly trapped in.

He was made to make manifest
the glory and semblance of God,
permeating and powering through
his very primal human nature.
He could create a clear difference
and positively position the world
for great great growth.

Yet he decides to dwadle in
dark delirious denial about the
light that lifts his life
above the rest. He could
have created a difference
that could have changed the
fate of the world. The fear
of the power paralyzed his soul
and damned all those depending
on him to decidedly liberate them
from the same darkness that
doggedly followed them around.