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.
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