My life is more complicated than people imagine or could ever fathom
Complicated, illustrated, hated, debated, congregated, reverberated
My arms are tired of swinging and my fists hurt for punching so much
I’ve lost sight and lost touch
With this world as I am slowly withdrawing into my mind
My mind created a spectacular place of peace & grace
So many times better than this hurtful place
Desiring nothing less than perfectness is exactly what’s been hurting this
Perfection has always been my desired reflection.
But the sinful infection has been detected
My prayers have obviously been scoffed at and rejected
I used to think I was divinely inspired & protected
But I’ve been humbled to see that I’ve only been neglected
With my mouth I do confess that my first year of this test
I was completely feeling blessed
But then came the stress and distress
Not to mention the constant feeling of being vexed deep within my chest.
Being that I’m a man of logic and deep wonder.
I began to ponder why would God destroy or allow my life to be ripped asunder?
Not to mention the everyday causes of arguments that initiated humanistic thunder.
So I began to wonder then plunder my resources for wisdom…
... Feeling’s arose to make me feel like a human schism living in a prison
Even though my ultimate goal was to be an spiritually ideological prism
SkTzO