The Patron Saint of Lost Causes

This was a poem I actually wrote for a friend of mine. It's a poem about making mistakes because of peer pressure, but it's also a poem about redemption in the end. The poem wasn't written as a way to insult people that drink, or do drugs, it was meant as a message to people that don't want to do those things but feel they have to in order to fit in. I feel that being yourself and following in God's steps are how you should live your life and that you shouldn't do things to impress people, since I would much rather make God happy, than make people happy.

The Patron Saint of Lost Causes

The night was barely young,
When the house lights came on.
When the speakers blared that endless tune.

You were uncertain if such a late party was wise to attend.
So you arrived late to avoid being noticed by a watchful eye,
And as the last stray beams of sunlight vanished into the horizon,
The kegs began to flow freely from their spring.
Glasses were poured,
Toasts were made,
To youth, love, and peace.
And when you were handed a glass,
You found it unwise to pass it off,
For it might attract attention to an unseen person.

The night had struck its final hour,
Yet the house was still ablaze.
Lit by torches of cannabis and marijuana.
And as the joint was passed around,
You hesitated,
But found it impolite to pass up the opportunity.
Since passing eyes are bound to spot an outsider.

The night had grown dark and cold.
Forcing the crowd to take shelter inside.
One by one the couples fled into dark rooms,
Into a black abyss,
Where they were to fall onto beds of selfishness and empty desire.
And when you were asked to enter into that ambient darkness,
You refused,
Finding it unwise to go into a place of such uncertainty,
For the darkness of those chambers disguised their true intent.

The sun was breaking the horizon,
And as you made your way toward the door,
Every eye stared at you in disgusted anger,
But you felt no fear,
Because you saw the real inclination of this masked crowd.
As you walked down the desolate road,
The lights continued to burn,
And the music went on with an endless passion.
But the only thing you saw was the dawn of a new day.
A new hope,
A new chance to start things over.