HE CAME FOR ME

I couldn't help but scratch my head

with my oil-soiled fingers,

as though my solution 

was neatly-knitted beneath my scalp. 

For a couple of seconds, 

my heart went mute. 

Then, it pumped again, 

this time faster and harder. 

Depression meandered its way 

through my rugged breastplate,

as though we had planned a date, 

and it dreaded being late. 

Was I worried?  No!

Distressed? No! 

Pained ? No!

Troubled? Never!

Tired ? Not at all! 

I was nothing. 

I wasting away 

but I told those lies

to sweeten my bitter soul,

but it failed!.

I sunk deeper into the well of acrimony

with no one to save me.

No single testimony!

And, at that point,

when I came to the end of myself,

He came hunting for me.

He was panting;

I thought He needed something from me. 

Alas!

He needed me,

all of me. 

He came for me, 

and now I'm free. 

Ayomi