Saved

This poem outlines what a sinful young person gets through. How addictive their sin and evil it has been. And It seeks salvation at the end which finally surfaces.

Saved

I did it once, then twice and thrice

I cannot get enough of the stance,

To perspirations, I arise

Voices repeating at the back of my head

“Do it, Go on, don’t stop” they said.

The feeling is incomparable, imponderable

Treasure in my hand, I can’t let go

 

I don’t know if sharing wound make it any better, but I will try,

It hurts, it breaks, it destroys me, I am bone dry

These demons keep killing my joy, I comply

Depression drags me into giving in,

It draws me to fear this very deadly sin

Unworthy it labels me its next of kin,

 

I’ve spent my whole life trying to run from that feeling

A feeling of loneliness, one that is unbecoming

I need comfort, I need healing, this is defueling

I can’t do this on my own, am weak

When I kneel down to pray, I still can’t speak

I can’t contain this anymore, not even for a week.

 

I quit listening to these voices,

I am packing my bags, and leaving these places

I refuse to be a slave and won’t take your doses

Got someone who loves me when am voiceless

You knew I’d find a way out sooner or later

And I found my escape in the form of a Savior.

Author's Note

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