Someone Get Me

Someone get me a Catholic Priest. I have a confession to make. About how I doubted God- By not believing in the magnificence of his creation. ME! I told me lies that I believed like the Bible. Chanted my own crafted verses- Within the darkest temples of my lost hollow mind. I buried the skeleton of my soul in wandering waters of skepticism. Now I suffocate for the truth like oxygen Someone get me a doctor. They say my anatomy is proof of life's perfection But I've mutilated the molecular structure of water molecules in my cerebrum with my dubious thinking. If I am Adam's replication, then I will need an auscultation For my heart beats out of fear of the things I can become. So I set my feet wide on high grounds And make the winds blow me. Till I float with my thoughts to the place where destiny lives. Someone get me a photographer. Today we take pictures of the things we cannot see. Faith is in the thin air like a sylphic palanquin. Ready to take us heights till we reach the depths of our essence.