Untitled Poem Part 2

At times he feels helpless
  Watching life unfold.
Stories yet to be written.
  Stories never told.
His life's a closed book
  Weathered and torn
Many chapters incomplete,
  Many pages torn.
He's been hurt many times.
  Now his heart is like a tomb.
Loves lies somewhere deep within,
  Buried beneath the wounds,
Crying out desperately,
  Crying out in vain.
Why can't he let go
  Of the things that cause him pain?
The memories roam his mind
  Like echoes in empty halls.
He worked hard to build a reputation,
  But instead he built walls.
Walls decorated with scars
  Accumulated over time.
Walls that keep him trapped
  In the corners of his own mind.
Trapped, hiding behind the lie he lives.
  Hoping no one will see
That the man that all would envy
  Is not the man he appears to be.
He hides behind a mask
  That cannot hide the pain.
Painted on smiles
  That cannot hide the stain
Left by the tears he dare not show.
  But still he has to try.
"Cause everybody knows
  That a man ain't supposed to cry".
He gives life to the phrase
  "Boys will be boys",
An empty life
  Filled with expensive toys.
But toys are just
  Emotional props.
As he runs from the truth
  The way thieves run from cops.
Finding nowhere to turn
  When the running stops.
Finding himself in
  An emotional jail
Sentenced to life
  No parole, no bail.
He tries to escape
  But leaves a trail
Of empty promises
  And broken hearts.
A reputation built
  On lives torn apart.
The memories still roam his mind
  Silently screamin'.
He wants to find his angel
  But can't see past his demons.
Pain and sorrow
 Is all that he sees.
The weight of his sorrow
  Brings him down to his knees.
Tired of running,
  Too weak to stand,
He reaches up to heaven
  With blood stained hands.
Hands holding the remnants of
  What used to be a heart,
Hands holding the broken pieces
  Of the lives he has torn apart.
See, the blinders have now
  Been removed from his eyes
By the One, who from heaven,
  Heard all of his cries,
By the One who'd forgive him
  For all of his lies,
By the One who would free him
  From all of the ties
That bind him,
  Keeping him shackled in chains,
Holding him hostage
  To material gains,
That reopen wounds
  From emotional pains.
Christ heard the cries
  Through words unspoken.
Christ saw a heart
  Too many times broken.
No longer a closed book
  With no happily ever after.
The Author and Finisher of Faith
  Writes the final chapter.