Beacon

 
Sometimes I feel these thoughts
approaching
that I can't be good for living.

Left alone by my creator.
God to me was Father
giving.

Then a Death that struck me
sadly, deeper then I ever felt.

I ventured to destruction
madly for that blow was deeply dealt.

I cannot comprehend this being
when we dwell in mass confusion.

Then the eyes for all me seeing
gave life meaning from our fusion.

Still I feel these thoughts
persisting
though I'm here to be a Father.

Still I hear the demons
question me to ponder
why I bother.

Then I feel the love
and need to always
be there by her side.

On life I still debate
to rest or keep on standing
for the ride.

Sometimes I feel these thoughts
demanding night to snuff
my light away.

And when I find I'm at my lowest
there she is to guide my way.