my future
  With pains shooting through me
and my eyes growing weary
i sit here pondering the future

it's sad to be so young and so alone
with no one to lean on
as i cry over the past and future
my world ends

thinking of joining the universe
i grow extremely tired and old
as my days grudge on and on

i ask god why i am here
he never answers my call
i fight my inner battles fiercely

all i wish for is my world to end

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Lacuna Eidolon   Lacuna Eidolon wrote
on 8/4/2008 3:36:27 PM
Doesn't that piss you off? If you believe in God enough to talk to him - why oh why doesn't he just talk back? Why does it have to be this big freakin' mystical thing? Of course the debate could rage on for years I suppose, but still... Oh yeah, good job on the poem too. : )

vwhitlock   vwhitlock wrote
on 7/26/2008 4:26:10 PM
Intensely painful! I know I've asked myself over and over why I was born so this poem really speaks to me in a language I understand.

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