Psalm of the Lost

I have no shepherd, so I must go on wanting. I lie down in brown and dry pastures of pain. I am being shipwrecked on high troubled seas. My soul is restless, tossed, and torn. I did not listen and have gone astray. I’m heading aimlessly up a miserable path. My mind is filled with regret and clouds of confusion. Death awaits me, and I am alone and afraid. I am unprotected, insecure, and unfulfilled. I now must reap what I have sown until I die. Goodness and mercy will not follow me all my life. Without God’s mercy, heaven shall not be my home 022107 Based on the 23rd Psalm(Bible) 9/29/17PS Contest, Lost, Guzzi