Beloved creator
In you I trust
In you I blame.
For I understand
To misunderstand.
While others neglected,
Some have questioned
I am among those two.
You are silent
And that kills.
I am slowly breaking
Please forgive my forsaken mistakes,
As Hurt arrives a Melancholy home is built.
Unlike happiness, a process to overcome.
I bleed for you, as they plead for you.
For I have faith in your grace,
In you I trust.
Forgive me lord,
These flowers don't bloom.
All I ask are repeated words
"Mend my life".
This poem is about:
Me