Losing Faith
Slowly yet steadily,
It's faltering away.
My faith.
The books and prayers,
Promising peace and forgiveness.
A deceptive game!
Stories of the great lord,
I've been taught ever since.
All lies!
No judgement day will come,
to asses my good and evil deeds.
That's Right!
This world is just an illusion,
as we all will die and that's it.
End of Life!
Tried making myself accept,
this new-found belief.
My broken pride.
Confused, took another chance on religion.
Jesus, Allah or Moses!
Which one's right?
Spent hours contemplating and arguing,
ending with only one result.
More turmoil!
Enough of this commotion!
It's time I received some answers.
From this Lord of thy!
Grabbing a knife from the stand,
"Which religion do you belong to?" I shout.
No reply.
Frustrated, drove the knife deep in my soul, I challenged,
"If you're actually real, go ahead!
Save your child!"
Dying, a figure illuminates my sight,
taking me back to the place,
Before this plight.
"Son," it whispers.
"It's not about being right or deviating from the false.
No, it's not!"
Then...
"It's about having faith,
that has managed to keep millions alive for so long.
Just Keep.Holding.On."
