The lost soul

I am praying for the lost soul
for the ones in the afterlife
but more, for those living dead
getting caught between heaven and earth
they live neither here nor there
they have no one and are wanted by no one
feeling misunderstood by people and rejected by the angels
their innocence was raped by monsters living inside some men
or they simple fell into hell
darkness in north pole's winter is nothing compares of the blinding darkness for these souls
they are done crying, their tears dried up long time ago
they experience drought of any emotions for many years
their soul is dry dessert with neither the sun or the stars hanging by
for even a moon by a dessert is a lovely sight
but no, they are the outcaste, the illness
the involunteer hermit, like those incarcerated in solitary confinement
the scapegoat of the sins of the world
like they have been thrown into an island without a boat

they prostitute their life to get by
they live at the edge of sanity
create their own ecstasy not to go crazy
they go out at night and are afraid of daylight
they have given up waiting for rescue
or they were turned away when they try to swim

some of them still try to make eye contacts
a window through which we can see the hell and hear the scream
behind the rigid face with a fake smile
their soul is locked out waiting for death sentence and they are filing appeals for pardons
with the help of incompetent court appointed lawyers
they are falsely accused for murders others commit

strange as it may sound, God is actually closer to them than we are
it is said that only the sick needs a doctor
the prodigal children have returned and move back into parents' house
nobody says that it is easy to live with Him
for God has left the other sheeps and found the one lost one
you are in a good hands now
He will release you after you feel better
Or you may stay in the clinic a while longer
meanwhile, I try to remember to stop by once in a while...