How come I look around and all I see is disgust
Jealousy, petty hatred and fuckin mistrust
I can't even explain how this world has effected my soul
I feel like I'm past my prime and I'm only 24yrs old
So at night I ask the Lord, how much longer will this last
But I get no response, so I guess it's not my place to ask
Lord it's so hard to put my trust in what you say
When I got people lying to me every day
So please God I'm begging, show me a way out
Give me a sign that your listining so there can be no more doubt
It's hard in these last days to find someone you can tust
And even harder to overcome the traps set by jealousy and lust
So when I'm all alone, I keep an eye on my back
Cause when you ain't lookin is when the darkness attacks
So I struggle to keep my head up and belive in a better time
When my other options don't include a life of crime
But it seems to get harder; the struggle continues
And before I know it, look what I got myself into
It seems to survive in this world, my soul is the cost
And to forever be haunted by the loved ones I've lost
Sometimes it seems life is just to complicated to juggle
But still I get up, get out, and continue the struggle
Life is a struggle
And it seems the only answer is to go out and hustle
But there's got to be more then this life of sin
And we better hurry and find an answer cause it's almost the end
This one has personal appeal. I am impressed that you wrote about GOD. The poem reads as though it is coming from you personally and that adds to the depth. Saying a life of crime is not an option adds to the beauty of this piece. This poem should go to high schools, juvenile halls, basketball courts and anywhere else youth hang out. It teachs, it preaches, it touchs, it explains, it is honest, it is real, it shows the confusion while giving hope....it is art. Thanks for sharing.