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A Lost Prayer
Have I failed you once again, With no acceptable regret
Am I a sinner in your eyes, Am I beyond your forgiving gaze
Have I wasted your faith that you once smothered me with
Am I a faded light in a cathedral of candles
A lost prayer, Deaf to your kind words
Have I become so different, So far gone
Was I once your angel, This has gone on for far too long
Am I the devil in your eyes, Are you surrounded by my lies
By my mistakes, My failures, My will to survive
You’ve got me all wrong, I’m just not that strong
Your child is drowning in a pool of his own blood
Broken expectations lay on the ground, Next to tears and broken glass
He prays you see him, He prays you understand
He couldn’t be more wrong, He can’t hold on for long
You wouldn’t shed a tear, A glance, A forgiving hand
Have I become the person you taught me to fight
Am I roaming the wrong road, Seeking the wrong light
In my heart I know, You’re too ashamed to show
Should I apologize for failing to make you proud
For the silence you scream is far too loud
Who the fuck are you to criticize my actions
Who the fuck are you to give me such childish reactions
Am I so goddamn lost you can’t pay the cost
Am I so goddamn dead that you curse the steps I tread
Fuck your self-righteous preaching and your pretentious glances
I am still your son longing to be given a chance
Am I a sinner in your eyes, Am I beyond your forgiving gaze
Have I wasted your faith that you once smothered me with
Am I a faded light in a cathedral of candles
A lost prayer, Deaf to your kind words
Have I become so different, So far gone
Was I once your angel, This has gone on for far too long
Am I the devil in your eyes, Are you surrounded by my lies
By my mistakes, My failures, My will to survive
You’ve got me all wrong, I’m just not that strong
Your child is drowning in a pool of his own blood
Broken expectations lay on the ground, Next to tears and broken glass
He prays you see him, He prays you understand
He couldn’t be more wrong, He can’t hold on for long
You wouldn’t shed a tear, A glance, A forgiving hand
Have I become the person you taught me to fight
Am I roaming the wrong road, Seeking the wrong light
In my heart I know, You’re too ashamed to show
Should I apologize for failing to make you proud
For the silence you scream is far too loud
Who the fuck are you to criticize my actions
Who the fuck are you to give me such childish reactions
Am I so goddamn lost you can’t pay the cost
Am I so goddamn dead that you curse the steps I tread
Fuck your self-righteous preaching and your pretentious glances
I am still your son longing to be given a chance
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