The Forgaven

As I sit and gaze adrift,
searching for a Shift,
Considering all of my mishaps,
& those by which fell corpse Stiff.

For I am human and no better,
nor stranger captive Together,
Without a shield of Grace's umbrella,
to cover in sins stormy Weather.

Shaped from a fallen mistake,
with a flooded conscience of Iniquity,
Found although almost drowned,
by a state of Ambiguity.

Longing for an escape,
that I discovered while in Search,
Smothered by the dirt,
of horrors beckoning from my Birth.

But I found written in Blood,
a covenant sealed by Death,
That offered a reward of Life,
when all Hope was lost in Breath.

For although I'm Tainted by the past,
and haunted by a Ghost,
Of shadows screeching in a speech,
leaving no words...