Why Poem by Archaeus Six

Why, in our weakest and loneliest hour,
With the hands of the clock; No audience,
Does the path seem so clear through a blur of tears?

No thing offered by this world,
Can replace the undying resolve.
My dearest untouchable God, my heart is truly broken,
A million pieces of unforgivable regret,
Resting in a cold leather chair, alone, spoiled, and ungrateful.

Daydreams of the purest love; refuge from futile effort,
Please deliver, something, anything, to do, with this.

Unconditional, is a peak I cannot yet reach,
The banquet of the saints will have to wait,
Until the day when she, sets free,
The beautiful, cradled by the security of arrogance.

I have left behind the ways of this family,
The identity is so far from what, is.
The sacrifice must be; I wish so much to surrender,
To the song of simplicity which offers no light,
No purpose but that which comes, moment by moment.

I will not go gently,
Until the eyes that see, whisper softly in acceptance,
Upon the violent sea, of my apologetic feeling.
Beyond the fear of judgmental thought,
There lay a chaos, so frightfully empty,
An orphan, begging to be caught by the hands of benevolence.

Every opportunity for mercy, I know, opens the gate,
But who can step through, without the earnest kiss,
From the one who fills the chaos with everything they are.
Most will laugh at the words, too afraid, too secure to see,
That such weakness, as the invulnerable deliverance,
Is at the heart of every soul,
Waking, with the inside a secret,
To walk with the sun.