Seeking Answers (For Jared's Contest)

Wasted days Wandering through life’s maze Trying to sort the truth from the lies I call out, but it seems nobody hears my cries With each futile attempt, something inside me dies Skies overhead are filled with thunder What was my worst blunder? I wonder To heaven I gaze Lord, help me find contentment In hope my hands raise Yes, I know I was once blessed Raised well by loving parents Is there no cure for this malaise? How did these sad feelings arise? I listen but hear no replies My question I seek to rephrase As much sorrow on my heart weighs Searching for words that will not rise Is there no cure for this malaise? How did these sad feelings arise? Forgive me, Lord, I’ll change my ways I’m humbled; I will compromise Contrition you’ll find in my eyes Must I be sad throughout my days? Is there no cure for this malaise? *Combination of Trois Par Huit, Tanka and Rondel for Jared’s contest.