Distorted Faith
As I lay in this empty room
Alone and hiding in the gloom.
Pondering why I have become
A monster, hateful and loathsome.
I regret the day I found God,
for He has forsaken this lad.
I kept asking what have I done?
That made my life vanished and gone?
Why life does not have to be fair?
Seems for every joy there's despair.
I trusted God since I was born,
But why does my life filled with torn?
‘‘Ask my child and you shall receive'',
Lies that I honestly believe.
But now I do not even care,
Life’s full of unanswered prayer.
''Knock child and you shall be opened'',
Another lie that He mentioned.
I knocked and knocked but no one's there
Just myself begging love and care.
Will you tell me what did I do
That made my once happy life go?
Was it a test or was I cursed?
That made my life so freaking worst!
Copyright © Chuck Flores | Year Posted 2016
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