Despondent

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    Despondent

    Dear God, can you hear my prayer?
    I feel lost tonight, with tears in my eyes
    Try to reach into the soul, find my faith
    But just can’t find any courage to believe
    You are existing.

    Dear God, I’ve heard you have a good heart
    You care for them- your children
    You give them life, you bring them hope
    You show them love, you endow them power
    How about me?

    Dear father, I’ve heard you are impartial
    The bad will never win
    But look at what you have done?
    My love is gone, my dream is broken
    And my soul is lost.

    Am I your son? The one you hate?
    Am I contempt? The thing you get rid of?
    You give me life but you have never bring my hope
    You show me love but you have never endow me power
    You tell me to be stronger but have never given me chance.

    The Devil demolishes me don’t you know?
    I am dieing do you care?
    My faith fainting will you notice?
    The prayers I pray do you hear?

    My dear God, you are deaf so you can’t hear me pray
    You are blind, you can’t see me cry
    You are heartless standing up there
    Looking at me squirm in pain down here.

    Someone they call God now please listen
    From this moment, my mouth will shut
    No more prayer, no more implore
    No more hymns and no more bibles
    From this moment on I hate you
    The one they call God.

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    Abigail077811 commented on Despondent

    10-03-2009

    God wil neva leave you or forget you just turn back 2 him wen God wana take his pplz up ull b one also if u follow n believe in him n tht hes there 4u than he'll b there 4u alwayz

    christiangirl commented on Despondent

    07-11-2009

    God has not left you. you need to turn back to him to find him. trust me, i've been through this.

    commett commented on Despondent

    11-10-2008

    nice work sad but true

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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