Confusion

This poem is about my struggle with my religion. I am angry at God for multiple things and I question his love for me. I find my religion hard to maintain as I go through a lot of personal stuff.

      You know as much as I

               And you follow all you want

               Combine in much in mind

               Talk as much you talk

                But do you even see

                The thing I am in need

                 Lost in a corner of black dew

                  High and mighty you think you are

                  Low and cut is your way

                  You think not as I do

                   Expect only what you decree

                   For only plan you unfold

                   Does not allow me to be so bold

                   Short sighted and plainly flat you are

                   Loving yes but not understanding

                   Your plan is not fully for me

                    What have I given to show?

                     Long lasting tongue dotted with thorns

                     Forgotten enough and not so strong

                     Do you think I am worth it?

                     I am sure not in my day

                     Flavors can not quench my drought

                     Try to understand this being

 

Author's Note

This is free form so it does not follow any set rules.

Reviews

[Alex Howell]

This is an old poem that I wrote a few years ago. I used to be roman catholic but chose to split off the faith and join another. I find it true and a good poem.