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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem/song (no music for it as of now) kind of spells out my religious doubt following the death of my best friend when I was in high school. I didn't believe in God at all after he died, regardless of how many people told me to seek comfort with Him. Since then, I've changed a lot personally and religiously, and actually practice steadily now. However, I just wanted to put into words how I felt as a 15 year old kid who lost someone close.

Submitted: May 30, 2013

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Would you choose your faith or your friend?

That’s a question I don’t ever wanna answer.

Did he go to heaven in the end?

I can speculate but the truth is that I’m not sure.

And will I ever see him again?

I see him every day; that was never an issue.

Can anyone make amends?

People are telling me, “God is gonna fix you.”

 

Well I may bend, but I’m not broke.

I just wish I remembered when we last spoke.

Where’s this Lord, this mighty being

That’s supposed to help? That I’m not seeing.

I’ll retreat to my mind and patiently wait

For the figmented figure that decides our fates.
 

They say good comes from the bad

But right now it’s hard to be optimistic.

The only good on my mind is the times we had.

There’s no doubt, I’ll never stop missing them.

“Look to God, he’ll set you free!”

Yeah, well what has he ever done for me?

I heard he forgave my sins and helps me cope.

The priest can preach, but it doesn’t give me more hope.

 

Well I may bend, but I’m not broke.

I just wish I remembered when we last spoke.

Where’s this Lord, this mighty being

That’s supposed to help? That I’m not seeing.

I’ll retreat to my mind and patiently wait

For the figmented figure that decides our fates.

 

I’ll keep my eyes wide open and I’ll look up for a sign,

But Lord knows that I’ve never seen His light shine.

The only things on my mind are death and sorrow

And the fact that I won’t see my friend tomorrow.

I’m getting to my knees to say a prayer…

If you’re there God, tell me something to show you care.


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