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.