Incomplete

A Poem by Pale Divine

Why walk this way my wayward soul, why thorns and thistles grow instead of hope.
What is my sin, in this life only none prior to this. And still I question you, still my dreams flow through but never complete me.
Am I to be as what is seems, I walk alone, so alone and incomplete. Suffering servant here I am, would you help me to understand.
My God, why this trial sorrow kills me day by day. A mortal I am, yet in my dreams I am eternal.

September 15,2014