Small
Feeling small in Smallsville,
No Superman am I,
I shrink smaller every day,
Preparing myself to die
As the world closes in about me,
And clouds obscure my eyes,
My mind forever fills,
With so many, many "Whys?"
Is there a purpose served,
I plan I just cannot see?
Did I fulfill God's expectations?
Is he satisfied with me?
All I can do is keep faith,
These things I wasn't meant to know,
I was brought into this world
For my soul to grow
Copyright © Johnathon Bart | Year Posted 2008
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