My Lord's Change

Everyday I kneel down and pray I pray to my almighty Lord that loves me today But why does it never end my sorrow My world is shattered from hate As I believe that it was just too late I can't grasp my mother anymore My father never leaves his room to even say hello Yet I still pray to my lord never realizing the truth I live a broken life unfit for a man But I still believe in the man upstairs Sadly, on my final moments I finally realized That he wasn't supposed to create change I was I created this poem to show that putting your hands together and asking for help from an overseer will do nothing. It is up to the person to make a change. I like this form of poetry because I don't have to rhyme or be fancy to get my point across.