This poem is to all those who have loved ones who havent's devoted
their lives to Christ. In a way it's kind of depressing.

The streets are dark
Emptiness.
At the end of each narrow road
There's a person.
Someone I knew,
Someone I cared about.
As I walk towards the light
Others walk slowly into the night.
Choosing the path
That leads me home.
I see that others,
The people I hold dear
Walk another way.
I walk away from shadow
Away from wrong
And others walk into the night.
Knowing I travel
In the direction I must,
I call out to the others
And scream for them to follow.
Yet no answer comes.
I desperately try to turn them around,
I cry in front of their faces,
Yet they still walk into the night.
I am faced with such trial
As to leave those who I know
And return to the light,
While all other roads lead to darkness.
A voice calls my name.
Do I answer?
I continue to weep
As others walk on through the night.
I turn to the light
Watching the decay
Left behind.
Tears stream down my cheeks
Like a waterfall.
The moisture crawls down my face
Bringing more tears
While glancing at those lost in the night.
My heart yearns for their company
My soul cries out for them.
My body breaks and I am torn,
Away from the world,
Away from the past.
The light is near now,
Contrasting the terrible dark,
That others continue to creep toward.
One last cry for them to turn,
The mourning stabs at me like a knife
The chill of the darkness freezes me.
My tears continue to pour
For those who I love.
The darkness then caves in,
All others are swallowed.
Yet I stand in the light,
I'm pulled away from the dark,
Mourning the loss
Of those who I cared for.
Screaming for the lives
Of those who walked
Ever so slowly
Into
The night.

THE END
 
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