Dear Lord,
I know I don't talk to you much, but I'd really love some advice.
I don't know how to contact you, so I'll just use this device.
Dear Lord,
Why are the good ones sick and the bad ones quick at healing?
Why is it that people are in pain, but burying my grandpa, it didn't even rain?
Dear Lord,
I know I shouldn't question you, but I still do.
Dear Lord, please take away my hurt.
Please wash away the dirt.
But take it from my family first.
YOU ARE READING
A New Beginning
PoetryIf you've seen me on Inkitt, hi. I'm back. This is my book of poems, but, as the title says, a new beginning. Follow my story through the poems I write.
