A Plea 4 Mercy

The pain is real It wrecks every part of my soul Even my subconcious As I wonder if I can heal I've cried to the heavens But no light was shed on my path The world chokes me with burning coals Vapourizing the ornaments of my being I cry with a loud voice This time!! God where are you? But He answers with a subtle riddle; that no man can solve! Then I seek succour from family & friends But I see life wear them jackets with burdens heavier than their bodies So I run to the wise But She too lacks answers to my dillema Derailed at cross roads I run back to my Maker But this time! Begging Him not to save me! But to accept me as a peace offering to heal those Who would one day be me!!