He Asked Me About Life

Yesterday I told this old man a story

not because I needed to talk

but because he asked me

and what was the question

well he asked me

what did I think of life

it took me a min to dwell

dwell on the subject of life

what do I think of when I think of it

I think of hell burning like a fiery pit

come save me lord

save me from

shame

reticule

of this place

I rejoice for those who die

because they don't have to put up with this

they say don't be so negative

well now a days

that seems to out weigh my positive

he says well what do you have to complain about?

I said well where do you need me to begin

I have no friends

I once depended on man to give me the answer to life

and they have failed me

failed me in the sense that I grew up poor

poor not financially

poor that everything that has ever been good has been stripped from me

I find myself being like Job in the bible

he humbles himself before God

yet his days are always grey

I want my grey to turn to blue

and as I sit on and watch the expression on his face

its emotionless

well sir I'm only beginning this list

tell me where my parents is

lord knows in the empty dark i have called out for them

i have lifted my hand and reached out for them

in a man all i ever wanted was a father from him

my mother tried but she never tries hard enough

what sir? you're parents are dead

well sorry I'm still not appreciative

my best friend is homeless

i pray that my brother is well every night

i pray that god protects him and keeps him in his light

i need him to survive

i hold deep secrets inside that seem to never surface

so where there seems like i shouldn't complain

its stuff about me that you would never know

thoughts that would never be told

so sir

when you ask me about life

and i give you my answer

don't tell me that I'm still alive

don't tell me that i eat and have clothes

and do not judge me for being another lost soul

he smiled and told me to go on

well sir my story begins like this....