Things fall apart

i wake up every morning
questioning my entire existence
they say i must be persistent
but i ask myself is god really present or absent
you folks say to make it i have to be obedient

Things fall apart
friends became enemies
gravity seems to be my worst enemy
all my plans seems to be rearranged
things i wanted to establish and accomplish
have perished and vanish
they say the world is round
and yet i think is a square
so many hurts we get from
corners here and there

Things fall apart
the sky is covered with a dark cloud
i try to speak but my voice is not loud
i tried to blend in the crowd
but i always standout
all my brothers are school dropouts
my sister works as a checkout girl
they said heavens gate was built to keep me out
moments like this i ask God's whereabouts

Things fall apart
Just as we say things are getting better
sweeter and tastier, they turn sour and bitter
the sky just fall in the middle of a storm
the trees are unfruitful
the rivers are dry
our crops in the field are devoured before harvest time

my eyes are all red and swollen
from the tears that shed
my mothers knees are red from
kneeling down and praying for a miracle
her knuckles are frozen from knocking on heavens door
her voice is all cranky from shouting
hoping god can hear her

Things fall apart
mom lost her job
daddy got retrenched at his
grandma has a disease that has no cure
soon she will departure
to the heavens above
relatives have turned into strangers
rags and shreds cover my body
my little sister singing
is my rhapsody of reality
as we stand firm together in unity.

Reviews

[Rube Frost]

A nice poem. I can see you put a lot of work into it. Good job!
Though, I think it could be even better if you applied some more punctuation to it. It would make it easier to read and it just looks a lot neater overall.
Yet, those are just my suggestions. Don't feel obliged to listen to them, but do with them whatever you want.

Keep on writing!