Dazed

Dazed, lost and confused

Help me; will you father

Trapped in rejoice; being used

And I ask myself "why bother"

I found god a thousand night ago

And five hundred days more

The goddess that I will never know

The endless inner war

As my scratches on skin fade

As I convince myself I didn't fail

As I doubt the choices I made

The sun shines on that finger nail

I was given something to believe

A faith that tells me it's not true

An angle that refuses to leave

Claims a hand in all that I do

With marks on skin now I'm lift

No coffee to drink, no cigarette

Lip stick on my empty cup

On my wine glass and the cigarette tip 

Was I a lair

I tamed my desire

Made home my other cage

And my pen has lift the page 

Show me god once again

A cigarette under the rain 

Falling into my wine 

Easing the heart of mine 

And make me disbelieve

Or make that angle turn and leave

Bring me back my agony

Of searching for my destiny

Still I'm dazed, still confused

All them spells I've never used

And the curse roaming over my head

An angle ties me by a thread

My fair maiden don't you cry

I fear not what you deny

Shun't I lament, nor be sad

For stone is the heart if not in your hand

Author's Note

Reviews are welcome

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

seems like there is a deeper story in this - it hints at some self loathing - scratches on skin - struggling at faith - desiring the "goddess" "Stone is the heart if not in your hand" that is a powerful line.

[Coyote Poetry]

Easy to get dazed by the world. Hard to regain faith and hope again. I like the desire of the poem. To be able to find peace and calm again. Thank you for sharing your outstanding poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

[Que]

This is great actually, but a few mistypes here and there :P