The Lost

I wrote this poem as a four poem serious about the view of God from four people with four different viewpoints of God. I decided to submit this one because it is the one most people can relate to.

In a world deprived of hope

I prepare my death bed

with a tree and a rope

how could things in life

get so bad

my faith in myself

has left me broken

and sad

I want to pray

to escape but

I do not know how

I was once sure

that reason was

the light in my life

It once had a guiding glow

but now I am

confused and just do not know

maybe there is a greater power

who hold us all

maybe a god to carry us when we fall

or maybe I am just being blinded

into faith by my plight

and when the sun comes up

and penetrates through the night

I will see weather it is

Reason or God

that made everything right.