On the night of the Barley moon <br />he became a lost soul; <br />dark matter in the whirlpool of creation; <br />the dust of a burned-out star; <br />a fading light; <br />a fake miracle; <br />a fallen angel. <br /> <br />He had forsaken his loved ones; <br />he had forsaken his God. <br /> <br />And God punished him. <br /> <br />He was sentenced <br />to drift in the cosmos <br />locked inside a shell of desolation, <br />in a bubble of unfulfilled prayers, <br />in a prison of false hopes. <br /> <br />And any one who loved him was cursed <br />to hurt him and be hurt by him in return. <br /> <br />He died like he was born: <br /> <br />Listening to the cries of his fears; <br />to the dull beating of his sorrow. <br />Cold, weak... <br />alone.<br /><br />Niko Tiliopoulos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-is-what-god-wills/
