The Night I Lost My Faith
A cold and harsh winter night foretells the tides of woe,
one just never dreams it will pass their window.
Unbeknown and unannounced it speaks a deadly blow,
ice cold grip around your heart, mind left hollow.
Silent silver tears enrage forth from an absent stare,
the hands that once held the life of that now gone
shake, and a question howls, 'Does the Lord God even care?'
as he rips the fresh pages of a life song.
You, Almighty who resides and watches over us,
every soul a part of your chessboard; a pawn
in your hands, waiting for the turn of judgments graveness,
deciding to remove the innocent life at dawn.
At times of love and rejoice, you snatch away a life,
at the time of birth and supposed goodwill,
How can I now ever acknowledge your existence,
after cutting life and loves seams.
- Anna Elizabeth Rose -
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