Strayed

Trying out the metaphors in a poem that just came to me. Not exactly sure how it came, but it is about the mercy of God

Everything I have ever loved
Gone, ripped away, like my hope
Everything I have ever wanted
Up in a puff of smoke
It has all been torn away
The losses lacerate my heart
Like a dagger plunged in mercilessly
Like a thousand piercing darts
These petty comforts they offer
They do not help at all, not a bit
The home of my heart, my life, is gone
Burning like a flame, long-ago lit
How do I move on from here?
Lost inside my emotions black
Overwhelmed by feelings of despair
I made my choice, there is no looking back
I have entered into this dark forest
Gone away from the lush beauty of our love
No light, I cannot see, cannot move
Cannot search for help from up above
Trying to get away from the pain
Curled up now, trying to hide
All useless, I deserve this
The hurt will not subside
Reaching out a blind hand
Searching, hoping, praying for salvation
Need your hand to pull me through
Help me escape this desperation
I have brought this on myself
Be able to accept my Judgment, I should
I had the choice, and I made mine
If I had known the consequences, I never would
All that is left is to repent
For my deliverance, my redemption, I pray
I do not deserve the mercy God grants
But still he shows me the way
To a new, glorious day