Will The Day Poem by M McParland

Will the day ever come when all
the things I've believed in and fought for,
bear the fruits of which I've reached for?


The tears, the pain, the bitter scorn
from all the critics and bitter heretics have thrown.
Will the day ever come where pain's forbidden?


The aching pits of infernal hell within,
where and when does God relent the ceaseless pain,
and let the rewards of diligence and faith upon me rain?


Will the day never come when my soul is no
longer bound alone unwanted seen in only hideous form?
Or am I bound to forever suffer in mortal agony
forsaken on this earth alone?