Unholy

We are all in a way Unholy

I get this feeling deep in my bones...
This aching feeling that won't let go...
I feel unwanted I feel unloved...
Like I'm dreaming and won't wake up...
They try to cleanse me to save my soul...
They say it's healing, but I'm still cold...
They pray and pray, but I'm not changing...
They stay and stay, their never leaving...
I'm not a saint, I'm not a king...
I'm just a sinner, a lonely thing...
They say I'm nothing, call me impure...
I start believing but I'm not sure...
They say in evil, a dirty thing...
The darkness consumes me, I can't get clean...
I'm tired if fighting, I'm tired of fighting...
I am unholy, but who isn't...

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Sad, poignant write of how the writer feels the world is judging them! I am reminded of Romans 3:23 'For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God'. Your poem reminds the reader that we must not let others judge us, as we should not do likewise! If we recognise our sins we can ask for forgiveness - and our faults - well - that's just our personality! :-)