Category: Poetry

 

I don’t understand

All the controversy in this land

What my eyes see and what is told can be

Are two different realities

Why did that mother have to lose her child!?

Now in her heart questions run wild

Which of our many God’s is the one!?

Does it even matter?

Can we have more than one?

Does praying really matter when I have sinned and myself I have shorted?

Has humanity in its quest created God to be distorted?

We need something to believe in

While feeling the drama, pain and confusion

I hope God is really out there and it is not just an illusion

I need something to give me hope in the midst of the struggle

Something to ease the pain so I don’t run toward just anything

That creates me to sin then the vicious cycle again begins

As my spirit tries to learn the lesson in this life

I am agitated and feel more strife

Within myself my whole being cries out

Will I accomplish what I need to before time runs out?

Or am I to come back and learn life’s lessons all over again?

Is that my fate?

Please stop!!

I don’t want to come back!

Seeing my loved ones I reach out

Yet my arms can not stretch any further

I am about to touch their fingertips but I get pulled back

Feeling helpless I cry in despair

Is this a dream??

Hell no!

I am really here

Experiencing and seeing the insanity around me

Feeling like I can’t do what is required of me

The hurt pain and mentality that destroys our society

When we were taught better

Yet create our own anxiety

How do I help a painful society who has lost their morals?

Drowning their sorrows

Because they chose to keep all their inner quarrels

Not wanting to talk thinking no one is listening

Do you hear silence?

Or is it your own perception?

Do we only want to hear what WE want to hear?

Is that why we don’t grow?

Because of our personal fear?

Why don’t we self-reflect?

Instead we self-reject

The truth that lives inside of us cries to come out

So we can manifest it in the world

Instead we choose not to change

And from that the whole world stays in pain

It is a ripple effect

We are one rock thrown in the water

When you throw yourself in

What do your ripples order?

Good or evil

What is your contribution?

The complexities and confusion in this life weigh me down

How much longer will I be bound?

Never leaving me alone

I hear a voice telling me to check my intention

So I do some soul intervention

How many lives may I have ruined?

From my fleshly contusions

As I struggle in my own pain

I brought forth other humans

Feeling not just my pain, but the pain of society

This molds them into another set of complexities

Does the madness stop?

Will the cycle end?

We have got to get to the root

So we can be reborn again

Only when you have the strength to look inside

Then the courage to change

That is when you die to your own madness my friend!