I have opened my eyes
In the past - no not past lives
Always feeling forced to have lived within emotional hives
Actually & fractionally living with truth & some lies.
I have felt my demise in all my own painful cries.
I can no longer rationalize why I have been bastardized.
Never forgiven but ridden and bed ridden to break my own spiritual ties.
I have felt nothing but pain as I knelt
Asking him to not allow my faith to dissipate & to melt.
Everyday looking back as I lay on my back
I wonder why I always seem to lack
Something physical if not something to make me retract
Thinking back of the days of living in His ways in strays
Under the suns rays, He “gave me†nothing but heartache & made me falsely brave.
I always did crave a better day and want to uplift
And mentally shift the gift the very few I was born with.
But everything has been taken
My world has been shaken
And even though long ago I was awakened
My life reflection shows as if I have been forsaken
So what’s the deal, what is real?
Why does He conceal and not reveal my inner zeal?
Obviously I have the diabolical beastly mark & not Gods seal.
God has only either caused or allowed struggle & pain
It truly feels as if my prayers have been offered in vain
Cause God has not helped me sustain or even contain
And yet here I remain a human physical lyrical stain.
He appears to not dry my tears as I have them much more often
And everyday my heart seems to harden and not soften.
And even though I have tried everyday to be a stronger person
I have been executed as a person who has always been cursing.
Recently been forced to die slowly within a man made coffin…
... That coffin being, my mind!
SkTzO