Dear Almighty...

Dear Almight

Visit I, thy human-made home on days few
Yes bend I, don't in front of thy statue
But even in my blue
Belief in thee, I continue

Thy voice echoes in my ear
Asking to set myself free
Without anyone's fear

But then why,
Thee didn't let me write my destiny?
When my soul had to starve for glee
Time that, didn't thee see?

Why thee gave me
Brainwork craving Insanity
When it had to be slaved by serenity?

Some wounds, thee promised to heal
But tell me,can thee revive my dead zeal?

I want thy answer
Atlast thee are everyone's master

Reviews

[Wild Rose]

Read like a prayer
Nay no a prayer
A plead
To be free to organise your own destiny
You can have your will to do as wished

But it is our human society that sets the rules by which we live

[Muskan]

Indeed!
Thank you for your review Dear wild rose🌹

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A sense a question of faith in this rather bitter and confused person. I am sure many people of all faiths often reach such a point when their life is invaded by unhappiness, disaster or discontent. You capture that sentiment well.

[Muskan]

Thank you so much dear John
Hope nobody reaches that phase

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we pray to the God of the muse....where is our inspiration...please bring it to us.
and if we never learned anything else, one thing we know...we pray on our time...and God answers on his time.
to be set free of the chains that bind our writing into just thoughts in our head.
this is a good one, Muskan.
j.

[Muskan]

Thank you so much dear jacob
Yes but sometimes god unhears our prayers:)