Dear God

Alone I am, depressed We need to talk out things, It been quiet a while; Long a while we spoke Let not my verses be ignored Father has gone beyond Mother has joined the army My dreams are shattered Hopes gone in abysss of lust We need to talk out things The sun is weakening my face When the night comes, The moon will come to torment me Everything is not normal I need a new flesh of newness Stepping stone to see ahead To stop this brown frown on my face Send down your rain to reign Bless all this little kitchen of mine To chase away this wild hunger If you don't come, I may die If you don't show your face, Darkness will torture me Depression has taken toll on me Fear has baptised me righteously Weakness, a focal point of my heart; We need to talk, dear God You need to heal this madness The pains piling up in me Dear God, a mother can't Leave her son to die in misery So you'll not abandon me also We need to talk things out, father Before this tears me apart! . . (C) John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration