Lost, Am I?
I sit here in the murky darkness.
A world of pitch black and no more.
A place on earth you cannot miss.
There is nothing here to love and care for.
For when I fell here I gained pure denial.
And when asked for truth I foreswore.
In words I've hit the rocky bottom.
And truth will not verbalize itself.
So I am left with no hope of freedom.
God sent me here to break me open.
To make me spill my beans.
But he will need more than a mighty can-opener.
Though, I encourage him by all means.
I have not thrown away my faith
Into the devils trash can.
Nor given possession of it
Unto his demon garbage man.
I have merely lost sight
Of this holy thing I used to know.
Due to the continuous barrier of no light
I suppose there’s a chance
That during this year-long night
I may catch a glance
Of a beam of glowing light.
Maybe the cause would be a prayer.
And the effect so great, I'd never see dark.
Or maybe the Devil's just a good prankster
And again I will have been made a fool of.
But I pray to the god I grew up loving.
Please forgive me for my evil sins
And relieve me of this burden.
Copyright © Abigail Zapotechne | Year Posted 2008
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