Of The Lost Poem by Mark Trajano

Do You hear me crying my soul out
questioning my whole existence?
Unknown to me is my life's route
I grow tired of the word persistence.
Hours wildly burn like dried grass
turning to ash and blown far ‘way.
To be seen where I pass,
to be a reminder for each day,
how should I navigate through this?

Encumbered by worldly programming
aligning of Self, a struggle,
doubt wildly rage without halting.
Peace of mind I would smuggle;
Am infinitely stuck in the loop,
why is this and how should I pray?
How lower and longer should I stoop?
Should my flesh turn to clay for this?
teach me how to navigate through this

Stopping for a moment just to rest,
pausing to heal unseen deep scars,
oh! What a crime one can't contest!
God, please guide this Soul through these wars.