Father

The world is a maze of good and bad.

There are times when we are happy and times when we are sad.

We try to overcome the pain by looking at the brightness in the sky, but in the end, we still ask, why?

Why do we love?

Why do we hurt?

Why do we always end up in the dirt?

Death is a universe all its own,

with bittersweet endings and broken bones.

Blood is spilled and left to dry,

We wonder why we even try.

To look for good,

When the world is mostly shrouded in a dark black hood.

Bits and pieces light up the dark,

We turn our pages to the book of Mark.

Help us Father for we have sinned,

Help us fight the battle within.

For new beginnings are about to start,

So, get ready to cross your heart.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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