Lost

This is my first attempt at "unrhymed" poetry, so please, critique it like crazy!

*May 2005*

Lost
Inside a world
They cannot control.
Screaming,
Crying,
Dreaming,
Dying.
Yearning so earnestly
For something different,
Yet fearing change.
Living their lives
While inherently knowing
There's something else
-There must be-
Something else
Bigger than they are.
And while they struggle
In vain,
To remove the shackles
So tightly clasped around their feet,
They resist,
They push away,
His name.
And as the chains become tighter,
And their cage becomes smaller,
Still they spit upon
They mock
The one who died for them.
Don't they realize?
Can they not see?
He holds the key to save them.
The key
To set them free.
They hide behind
What they call
Their independence.
Not knowing
It is their impending gloom.
Really prisoners are they
And still they say
Let me live
My life
My way.
And why is it
That only a few find-
Find the Savior
And escape from their cage
That so many others
Resist to be freed from?
I'm on the outside looking in.
My knocks
They cannot hear.
My fear
-For them-
They cannot sense.
Yet day after day,
I watch.
I cry.
The tears
Fall
From my eyes.
I wish for
Them
What I now have.
I scream, I yell
He is there!
With open
Arms and unending love.
Love-
So true,
So forgiving.
Why can they not see?
Do they wish
To stay
Where they are?
Or are they
Instead-
Blind, dead
To His message
Of redemption.
And while they still
Go throught the motions,
That they call
Life.
My life,
Because of Him,
Has greater meaning
Than just to live
And to die.
And although
So grateful,
So thankful,
So indebted I am,
I still see them
And my heart,
It breaks,
Into a million pieces.
And I think
Why am I so blessed?
And I don't think I deserve it,
And I want them to know it,
And I pray
So fervently
And I wish
So eagerly
For them
Not to be lost
Anymore.