Confessions of A Broken Soul- Pt 2A Poem by DarkPoet
Ever wondering when this torturous longing will end
Ever wondering when messages to Him will finally send So He can mercifully grant me an audience In place of this demeaning silence I am nothing but a deviant, a sinner A disappointment to me, a shame to my dad, a heartbreak to my mother Bound to end up in the lake of fire Then you will feel justified and better Even though I never really asked to be here And all my days have been filled with pain and fear Even though about me you never really cared And encounters with you have left me scarred and scared And I tried my best to keep your rules Your chosen, Ekklesia abused me and played me for a fool And I have kept the crushing burden of my pain hidden So It will not be said that in self-pity I wallow, playing the victim Foolish it was of me to trust you and give up my only pillar To think that I am worthy of your help and love Your actions in my life steadily contradict your word Now I have no idea who or what I am I spent my life altering myself to please I Am Now my life is ruin and rubble Yes I know that I am in deep, serious trouble And you have refused to help me No one or nothing is coming to save me And on the day of dark clouds when the sky is blue This soul will get to do what it ought to have done since And that in itself to me is unfair But you are not fair but just Endlessly you have betrayed my trust And nothing with you is laissez-faire For guilty I am before and after my sin With you I will never get to win with each word in this piece my heart sinks I wished that I can disappear with no trace like ashes down the sink Maybe in another life my life will be beautiful and bright Then I will finally get it right Maybe I will possess special talents to be worth something And to me and someone I just might mean something © 2022 DarkPoet |
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1 Review Added on October 6, 2022 Last Updated on October 6, 2022 AuthorDarkPoetLagos, NigeriaAboutLife is short Capturing my thoughts All is dark with an occasional glimpse of the sun By my words I may or may not be remembered after I am gone more..Writing
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