The young monk that grew Old

He looks around, here and everywhere,
He can never help but endlessly stare.
Stare at the high sky that mocks his soul,
As the ground below tries to swallow him whole.

His faith in the Lord's falling, just like before,
But his preaching urge his heart to search for more.
He gave up his childhood to silence n prayer,
Sacrificed his dreams,his clothes and his hair.

He asks what he had set out for, did he attain??
Barring the steel he has,to endure the sun & the rain.
He feels ashamed & guilty,to question his faith & belief,
He decides to pray again to oust this feeling of grief.

Thus he closes his eyes as he kneels down to pray,
Begs the Almighty to ask a question if he may.
"Can you see me God? Hear my earnest prayer;
I need you to help me,Make me see you are there.
I've given myself to you,Never had a thing to hide.
Had belived my life would be full,yet am so empty inside."

He feels he's sinned to doubt his faith,& so to make amends,
He has to find the truth n walk on,the journey that never ends.

Just wondering...

Sometimes I wonder why we exist,
And why we dare to dream.
Other times I close my mind,
And hope it doesn't scream.

Sometimes I wonder why we are,
And where we hope to go.
Other times I close my eyes,
And hope it doesn’t show.

Sometimes I wonder why we live,
And why do we want to even try.
Other times I close my heart,
And hope it doesn't cry...

The truth that hides

I see, I hear, I think and I realise
that truth is all around to support and guide.

Can one tiny mistake hide that truth,
Can it make me a hypocrite for life.
Can it change how she sees me,
Or who I really am inside??

I guess these are the mistakes we learn from
And in time the wounds left, do heal.
But a pressing thing that time will never do,
Is change the guilt that i feel.

I'm Drunk....

I'm a man who won't let himself be.
But I will suffer still for your pain,
I will decorate my heart like a tomb,
And stand by it in the seething rain.

I will wait and let my life drift away,
As I stand before my grave in tears.
Thou reader won't guage my feelings,
Myself never understood them all these years...