My God have you forsaken me?
Why do I feel so alone?
Why have you left me here on earth?
Why do'nt you call me home?
I am tired, so very tired,
what have I left to give?
What meaning could there be oh Lord?
For me to continue to live?
Financially I am bankrupt,
by the addictions that I fed;
Each night I kneel and pray for death,
as I lay alone in my bed.
Then each morning the answer comes,
NO seems to be the reply;
I still have plans for you my Son,
it's not your time to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem