Lisa Barton Poet I do not know?

Losing Faith

Losing my faith, meant losing a dream, of meeting the people who lived in 
between. They lived before my time, but we shared a name. but thinking and 
being are never the same.

Where was my angel, when I was falling down? Didn’t she hear me crying, as I 
fell to drown. In all the tears that fell from my eyes, and every time I scream. Why 
wasn’t she there, to show me what faith means?

I never want to go back, to the place of hypocrites. They care about how they look, 
but don’t hold and kiss my wrists. How could they leave me, when all they 
preached was love? They can’t compare that place, to the pureness of a dove.

Where was my angel, when I was falling down? Didn’t she hear me crying, as I 
fell to drown. In all the tears that fell from my eyes, and every time I scream. Why 
wasn’t she there, to show me what faith means?
Where was my angel, when I was lying down? Didn’t they care about me, and 
where I chose to drown? In all the pills I took, to help soothe all my pain, where 
was my angel, to make me believe again?

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