Blasephemy

Blasphemy

alone, listless.

sitting on a bench in the cold dark night.

thinking about reasons and justifications....

it all seems so useless now.

i wish like so many others, that i could go back in time.

but God wont grant that one for me.

silent, a thought runs over me.

i remember the prophecy.

that was made to me years back.

"for years you said to yourself, give up. it's hopeless. you spoke out loud

everyday I want to die. but don't fret my son. the Lord is saying I got your

back i will hold you up. you will no longer be without guidance. people will

look to you for strength. you will be a pillar. on solid ground never faulter."

where are those words of truth now?

are they all lies?