Face of Distress

Sorrow overwhelmed my heart, my face
painting it's distress.
Up in the tree of life I await my fate; suicide or a
cast away, like it was in Eden
Exhausted the fruits, I sit depressed in fear of
it's consequence
The singing birds sang peaceful psalms but all I
heard was sounds of horror
A mug of tea fed with a kettle of volumes of
spirit; I'm high, up high in a tree, a ladder away
from joining the wraiths
The bread of Life far from my reach, glued to
the earth's corner.
Surrounded by pets(cats) too blind to see the
pest in my brain

The beautiful nature couldn't help!!!

The hour glass to my far right ticking fast to
run my time out.
I'm too vile to touch the Holy book next to it
Soaked in depression and regrets.
I perceived the serpent(scorpion) climbing up
the stairhall of nature again
Yet to resuscitate from it's last sting; I'll just
wear the tie of suicide
But I hear the footsteps of God in the air
I ruined the home he gave me on the true vine.
Gosh, I await his judgement
His beauty through nature is enough to console
me of his beautiful forgiveness