Undeserved Salvation

Experiment I found from a couple weeks ago and decided to finish. Not a religious thingy despite the title. Can you guess what it's about?

Spoiler

So I had a ton of formatting in the original thingy, but had to redo it when I entered it in here... so it's a bit wacky in parts. The colors and fonts and whatnot are weird, and I'm sure I skipped stuff. The spacing is weird too- the way I have it, the words/letters slant in different directions, but it won't work here. So, if you want to see it someplace else, or just read it a bit more easily, you can go here to read it: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Persephoneia/636663/

Sorry. :/
Thanks for reading!

Footsteps pewter
e-cho-ing amongst all silence;
the hallway, a palace of angels
ceilings growing
up
up
up
up


above

heavens and

below.
I did not belong;
fish not only out of water,
but directly
in the sun.
This was a place
of
Gods.
My presence
was a violation-
blemish of doubt and
everything that hurt,
island of evil in
sweet, sweet utopia.

The corridors s t r e t c h e d,
lithe pearl walls
unending Heaven,
out of which I could not escape;
the purity was blinding,
much too powerful
for a stained soul like mine,
despite the way it held me
with a gentle love and cradled
me like a young child again,
I couldn’t but
SCREAM
out my sin-
it seemed to
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re

my body to and fro,
so desperate to leave this
good it did not understand.

Hate drove my heart,
to leave this terrible place of good,
but somewhere in the depths of my body,
somewhere the churning blood and the
under
burning heart full of black,
I wished that I could stay here,
be cleansed of everything
and have it w
a
s
h
e
d away,
and I held on, clutched at that little light inside,
where the dark poked and prodded
out of curiosity and ignorance.
I hoped, somewhere in the back of my mind,
that what I had once been
would not be destroyed in this war.
That little light was all I had left, much as it
fl cker d and fought to keep alight.

Is it about a mental hospital?
That's the only thing I can think of.

Anyway I think that if it is indeed about a mental hospital, or whatever it is actually about, make it a little more clear.
Also, I suggest you re-format it to make it more conventional in style because it's very difficult to read and also to interpret the structure. If you did this, it also might flow a little better and allow you to use some alliteration and rhyming maybe because wherever this is, it is definitely a very daunting and demeaning place. You could convey that using rhythmic structures to really get the reader feeling what you are feeling.

Good luck, keep writing!

I have to disagree with Adam--I LOVED this poem. Loved, loved, loved. And I loved the formatting. Sure, it made the poem slightly harder to read, but it also made it so much more interesting.

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This especially was a stroke of genius.

I could go on and on, pointing out the little places where you molded the words and letters to fit the meaning, but I'm afraid that would take far too long. So great job! I liked the whole thing.

I'm not sure what it's about, but I loved it so much. I especially loved your used of the font and color. It made it so much more interesting. I only wish I knew what you this is truly about, because I feel it's about becoming popular, but I'm not the writer of the poem so I would not know.