THE WRETCH THAT I AM

A wretched soul I am.
All twisted and torn.
Stained with red.
My mind lies in pieces on the floor.
With my heart in tatters.
Leaving me such a mess.
I yearn for something more.
Not a lot, just something.
Not a big request.
Is it too much to expect?
I'm thinking of a better life.
But does one really exist?
Not for me I think.
I feel like I am being punished.
Tell me, what did I do that was so wrong?
God, have I angered You in some way?
The answers seem to be just out of reach, 
   or beyond my feeble comprehension.
So, here I am as always.
Crying because I feel sorry for myself.
Ready to give up.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(20/03/2013)