Lost

Lost

A Poem by Lonely Poet
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This piece was written years ago during a time in which I was really struggling with self acceptance and my religion. Thankfully I can say things have all worked out and I've found peace.

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I sit here behind the window sill,
My mind and heart feeling ill.
The sky is clear and the sun is high,
But peace has passed me by.

The breeze and the birds are heard,
Still something dark in me stirred.
I heard a voice say to me,
That this was how it has to be.

Why can't I feel you anymore,
Your words have shut the door.
You say you love me well great,
So why is this my fate?

I'm hurt from this constriction,
How is this to be my conviction?
Is it all just confusion,
Or maybe a big illusion?

Well I love you swell,
But I've fallen into this well.
You offer me no rope,
So now I'm losing hope.

Is there a prayer I should say,
Or is there some other way?
How can you be so cruel,
Why is this judgements rule?

Who died and said you were king,
Why don't I hear the birds sing?
I look up from my tears and see,
No clear answers for me.

So what if its written into law,
What if your words I never saw?
Would I still suffer your wrath,
Would I still be on the wrong path?

I want you to face me here,
Show me what I have to fear.
You keep this sadness whole,
Give me back the happiness you stole.

© 2015 Lonely Poet


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All of us go through this trail.. but the strong ones emerge as victorious. A well expressed write :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Very well written and I'm glad to hear that you found peace, everyone goes
through these trials and tribulations, faith will always pull you through!
Stay strong, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on March 24, 2015
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Tags: Hurt, Pain, God, Love, Self, Acceptance, Sexuality, Religion, Faith, Fear, Lost, Lonely, Scared, Doubt, Questioning, Homosexuality

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Lonely Poet
Lonely Poet

Gladstone, MO



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