Lightning Strikes My Tradiction Poem by Darrick wiggins

Ouch! ! ! I have been struck, by the bright
phenomenon;
I'm shaking, my head is spinning;
I'm roaring like a caged up lion;
now I'm sad feeling depraved;
that my belief had been taking
away;
from the freedom of the hands
of god, I was saved;
my sense of urgency to be
prosperous had been decayed;
I felt I had been robbed of my
courage;
by the adversary who envy my
faith;
as I'm fighting during this
coming of age.