GODS (2)

I’ve been made of stone

Breathed to life, by the air of living

Moulded out of sand, and still I bleed cause of the flesh

Am just a mere human

With feelings I can’t control

I’ve longed for a life well lived

One I would always enjoy

Without hardship

Yet, I’ve grown to realize

That I live in a world of humans

Where all needs and wants are just insatiable

Still I pushed

Never relenting not giving up

Just me living a wonderful life

Yet my dreams never took shape

Never became real

And you want me to sit and watch

You want to fill my ears with talks

Those that do not bring me smiles

Who is this God that you speak of

Who is this God you say understands

That God who saw me fall and left me

The God who people praise

God which God

Yet you say he is big and knows everything

You say he gives, forgives and helps

Get out of my house

You hypocrites

All I want is to look at my life in retrospect and hope I could go back

To the life I never lived

This is my dying wish

Do not disturb my peaceful sleep

Let me have this nap

So my life can start all over again.