Lost and confused, at wit's end.
Void of family or closet friend.
Staring blankly out the window of despair,
Wanting to run, to be elsewhere.
Dishonest with one's self and others;
Exhausted by a dependent mother.
Lies upon lies, how does one perceive the truth?
Now a life wasted from its youth.
Angels of light appear at night.
Demons masquerade deceiving your spiritual sight.
Telling you what to do.
Leading to debt for which others sue.
Where does your life end;
Complicated and racked by sin?
Hope intangible seems to be slipping away.
Will it return again some day?
How much is enough before you crack?
There are so many things that you lack.
Truth and honesty need to find their place
In your heart and in life's pace.
Marcus Tylipus
(written about a prodigal sister who is a stranger)