I weep
Asking God for mercy
During this torment.
I beg the Lord
For peace and comfort.
I don't want to think
Of the cruel past
But I can't deny it either.
What makes me do the things I do?
Why do offensive words
Come out of my mouth
Like a guillotine
Ready to kill?
Is it anger? Why?
I am angry
Because I lost my best friend
And couldn't hold his hand
During his last breath.
When I think of him,
I wonder
What went through his mind
Before he arrived
To the eternal and sacred home.
My spirit is broken.
My soul wanders
Lost in the universe
With no final destination,
No guidance, and no light.
Dear Lord,
I want you in my life!
I feel like a sinking submarine.
I have nobody to go to,
No open arms to calm me,
And nobody to talk to
Except for my white empty walls
That dry my tears as they come down.
What have I done
To deserve this punishment?
Is it because
I lost my innocence?
Is it because
The truth
Hasn't been revealed to me yet?
Forgive me, Father,
For thinking of the ending my life.
Only my spirit will survive.
My soul
Will tell the cruel world
Who I was.
IT IS A DARK DAY!
This is just the beginning
Of another chapter
Of my book graciously called:
LIFE.
*
Laura Martinez *
©2002
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