The Lost

slam shut the door,

my momma had left,

I couldn't ignore, grandma knew best,

i couldn't take anymore, the pain in my chest,

so I chased further more until faint was my breath,

I raved at the lord was faith I would test,

the strain I endured with a brain not at rest,

I prayed yet once more with the wish of a death,

as I laid on the floor with a kiss from regret,

I soon heard the shore a wave full of steps,

Who once I adored was now my stress,

discraced I am sure we couldn't be blessed,

but for a day maybe more we shouldn't be left,

the weight made me sore like a chain or a net,

but unscaved nor torn it was strength that I met,

then one haze of a mourn the phone rang it was then,

I heard the true pain of  regret,

and saw a stain of what's left,

but no days have came an angel has wept, 

the world stayed the same as I dangled from the depth,

but one day i am saved the shame will depress,

now the game has been changed I don't see it as chess,

the blame I overcame I now see as success,