Redemption in the Night

Redemption in the Night

I. The Fighting

I have battled it out with
The bravest intentions
And stood my ground when
All else seemed lost,
But now I face a broken sadness
That cannot see past it’s
Own shadow doubts.

I thought I left these demons
Squandering within my youth
But it seems they have been
Buried deeper than I realized
And they have burrowed into
My own heart’s sacred room.

II. The Petitioning

To ask them to leave would
Be a vain inquiry
But my conscience cannot,
Will not, allow this pervasive
Parasite to wreck the furthest
Reaches of my own soul.

The morning lingers just beyond
That blackened Hill.
I pray that it will come soon
To release me from this deathly
Home that I have built in the side
Of a cliff sliding down to the sea.

III. The Confessing

Death may be real enough
But the daily agony of time’s bluff
Is that we will not see the portion
Of time we saved spent on anything more
Than cheap old booze and cat callers
From across the hall of a dorm.

Why do we chain our souls when so much
Youth burns within to fly off like
A firecracker and smoke and waste and die.
I thought I had it figured out,
I believed the world would bow before me.
But you must understand it is not
The feet of the messenger who receive acclaim,
but those pierced for a name.

IV. The Washing

So I will take it slower now that I am
Not struggling to breath in this air.
Let me go clean,
I’ll wash my clothes here.
Blood red to pure white.
Even in the night.
I am clean.

~Evan James~

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