My Lord's Change
Everyday I kneel down and pray
I pray to my almighty Lord that loves me today
But why does it never end my sorrow
My world is shattered from hate
As I believe that it was just too late
I can't grasp my mother anymore
My father never leaves his room to even say hello
Yet I still pray to my lord never realizing the truth
I live a broken life unfit for a man
But I still believe in the man upstairs
Sadly, on my final moments I finally realized
That he wasn't supposed to create change
I was
I created this poem to show that putting your hands together and asking for help from an overseer will do nothing. It is up to the person to make a change. I like this form of poetry because I don't have to rhyme or be fancy to get my point across.
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