Questions

A Poem by Imeric87

Questions to God

As I ponder my insubstantial existence,
I may inevitably stare, but why is there such immense distance?
Oh God, why is it always ceaseless agonizing questions?
Am I forever doomed to die of this abhorrent depression?

Jesus, Savior, please have pity.
Your servant is not strong enough for this city.
Why did you make me like this?
Could I not be like the others, and enjoy the bliss?

Lord, if you'll lend me your ear
Why the f**k am I here?
Tell me, am I condemned to be enduringly alone?
Am I infinitely bound to wander on my own?

Lord, lend me your eyes
Let me perceive what you see, for I only behold lies.
Elucidate what love really is. What does it look like?
Clear my blurred vision, so I may strike.

God, I can't even remember what I once knew.
Show me a sign, give me a clue
Have I grown insane?
This world is to hard to handle, I try not to abstain.

Father, lend me your body.
Your love, your faith, I am ready to embody.
I am ready, give me the pain of the Earth
Lord, I am ready for this immaculate rebirth