Unto You My Lord

I’ve asked you for love, but my heart Is a playground of pains like matchsticks & veld, I’m a broken-pieced soul. I prayed for success, instead all I see Is them whammies in numbers of mega bus, All tight up blocking every hole to breathe. I asked for this dear life but in it I see tears pinning my cheeks. I’m inches away from crying such blood left in me, Momma is with no degrees, Father left in the ages of storm And the shelter I have pours water when it rains. My friends, the ones I grew up with, changed with lanes ‘cause I fail to even get handwork to make a living in me. My hair is greyish not by mistake, The world I live in favours the sons and daughters of the rich, Without connections I’m just moss in the middle of the Kalahari. When I try to keep up, they are dragging me down Like a prey impala on the canines of lion, why me?! Why do I have to feel pain all emotionally, physically Like I was bred with it hereditarily? Why can’t I just get a hold of myself once?! Guide me please!! I haven’t lost faith in you.