Test Of Faith Poem by Frank Acquafredda

Searching for the right words
So here I sit and write,
Always feeling so scared
With demons that I fight.

Always trying my best
That never I give in,
Destiny of evil
Provoking me to sin.

Tears soaking my pillow
My cross hangs overhead,
Praying for the answers
While sleepless in my bed.

Whom shall ever answer
When I just don't believe
Those religious lectures
Of how life would conceive.

Thoughts always betray me,
My mind racing irate,
This lost soul in trouble
Without my hope or faith.