ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Whatever happened to my faith? Now shadowed with doubt,
Where are the angels when my heart cries out?
Do you even hear me when I pray out loud?
Or am I only talking to sky filled with storm clouds.
Are my loved ones souls safe and sound?
Or are they lost in nothingness never again to be found.
Where is my faith? Its gone from my heart,
Without it everything seems to be falling apart.
I've watched my mother fight to save her baby,
Pleading with a higher power a prayer of a family not to be torn,
In desperate hope her soul lives in the dawn.
Did you even hear as she begged in tears?
And on valentine's we got what was feared.
Where is my faith? theres something missing in me,
Almost completely numb and empty.
I watched as my Nan took her last breath and slipped away,
I'm still haunted by that memory every day.
Tried so hard to believe that her spirit lived on,
But its so hard when my beliefs are gone,
And without them I don't feel that strong.
Where is my faith? I long to have it back,
To once again see all the colours not just the black.
How do you get back what is lost?
To believe in a faith as cold a frost,
Listen to so many messages of hate,
Is this really the price of having faith?
When you're told all you believe is wrong,
Maybe my faith is better off gone.
Where are the angels when my heart cries out?
Do you even hear me when I pray out loud?
Or am I only talking to sky filled with storm clouds.
Are my loved ones souls safe and sound?
Or are they lost in nothingness never again to be found.
Where is my faith? Its gone from my heart,
Without it everything seems to be falling apart.
I've watched my mother fight to save her baby,
Pleading with a higher power a prayer of a family not to be torn,
In desperate hope her soul lives in the dawn.
Did you even hear as she begged in tears?
And on valentine's we got what was feared.
Where is my faith? theres something missing in me,
Almost completely numb and empty.
I watched as my Nan took her last breath and slipped away,
I'm still haunted by that memory every day.
Tried so hard to believe that her spirit lived on,
But its so hard when my beliefs are gone,
And without them I don't feel that strong.
Where is my faith? I long to have it back,
To once again see all the colours not just the black.
How do you get back what is lost?
To believe in a faith as cold a frost,
Listen to so many messages of hate,
Is this really the price of having faith?
When you're told all you believe is wrong,
Maybe my faith is better off gone.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
A poem I wrote about me losing my faith when everything gets to much sometimes its hard to hold on to something so precious to you. I used to hold my faith close to my heart but now its alot harder to grasp onto. Especially at the moment.
© 2013 - 2024 Mistress-Horror
Comments4
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
I know that feeling, but all I can say is it is not better off gone. Very good poem, very telling in those turbulent times where we are tested. I know for certain there is something there, my heart is just not in it at the moment. Those are the times to cling, to meld, to seek what there was of faith.