Dear God,
Are you up there?
I’ve got some problems,
If you got the time to spare...
I know its kinda late to wonder
About certain things,
Like snowstorms or thunder,
But I think I’ve blundered…
Further than I did before,
You know,
The last time I begged you,
Pleaded…implored.
Well, its happened again,
But only kinda sorta…
Does that make any sense?
See…
I don’t hurt like last time,
I’m not even tense.
So why is this happening?
We agreed…
Well,
I agreed anyway,
That I’d have my say;
No more days,
And especially no nights,
When I cry so much
I forget the lights…
Are even on.
But back to my problem,
My walls are breaking,
While my heart is behind them...
Ripe for the taking,
Ripe for fresh aching.
Should I mend them now?
Or pray that somehow
This could be better…
And just leave them down?
You know the answer,
So what do I do?
Do I hope that its true…
That things can really
Feel this good?
I’ve hoped they would,
But I wanna hear it from you.
So gimme some sign,
And maybe make it divine…
Or something?
‘Cuz I’m too afraid to cling,
And its way too soon to sing
About success.
God…
Why am I in this mess!?!
Time to go God,
I hope you can help,
But I doubt that you will.
Still…
I’ll keep praying about her,
As the days start to blur,
And whir by;
Ground blending with sky.
You’ll tell me to try,
And try and try…
I’ll try not to cry…
And I think you know why.
Thanks for listening.
Amen.
Birth sign: Libra
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