A Melancholy Plea

Who will be my savior, my shinning hero?

Who will be there when my clock reaches zero?

Who will be my candle to show me the way

in the darkness and nothing that leads me astray?

Who will watch me to make sure that I’m safe?

And who will doubt me and throw it back in my face?

Will the help that I need come from above?

Will the one known as God show me His love?

Will His help come my way?

Or will the evils I’ve done lead me away?

Will I walk in the Light, or is it Dark for me?

Heaven or Hell? I’m down on my knees.

And I’m begging for guidance, answers and truth,

for the lies of this world serve as no use.

I seek only knowledge and any help you can spare.

I speak only worship, but still I despair.

I offer you my life, so why won’t you take it?

Is it really so bad that I’m not even worth it?

I know that you’re up there looking down on me,

laughing in secret while I beg and I plead.

It has now become clear, the path I must choose.

The guidance I seek won’t come from you.

I wish it were different, I hate it this way,

but I offered you myself and you just turned away.

But maybe, just maybe, it’s better this way,

because an easy choice is easily made.

And obvious to me the choice was too easy

for you to just turn your back and leave me.

My search for salvation was more than I bargained,

I came half-accepted but I leave full-departed.

Reviews

[faryn wolff]

Brilliant story in poetry format that I can fully relate to. Nicely worded and great job!


-Faryn