Lost

Here's a poem I wrote a few days ago, when I was feeling particular broken-hearted:

Lost, cutting myself off from everything I once loved
Hoping, and my only help is coming from above.
"What is wrong with this life?", I ask.
"All but few hide behind a mask"
"A mask of what?", my mind does wonder
Then these thoughts are cast asunder.
"Am one of those, of whom you speak?
Or have I truly begun to seek?"
To follow my King is what I wish,
for on His road, I will not miss.
But Lord, I have to quench this thirst,
I have wisdom I must seek first.
When is it my turn, my chance, my Lord?
A chance, for life, for love, or just not to be bored.
I feel emptier than I did before.
I wonder what I need, 'cause I know I want more
When is it my time, Oh Father above?
Will I find someone to love?
But Lord, I know I should not want,
And your ways, Lord, I cannot taunt.
I follow your footsteps, I'll walk in your path.
I'll let others know of your mercy and wrath.
I know I'm not humble, I claim to be great.
But I cannot even control my own fate.
My God, I'll admit, I need more of You!
And You say "You are one of my few."



-Eric

Who could it be?

Good morning, anyone that is listening. My name is Eric. I've set up this blog, just so I have a place to let my personal thoughts, rants, angered messages, and ramblings run free. It will contain any number of art pieces, of the written word, or otherwise, but will also be filled with many things...that just need to be said, or that I need to say.
I hope you all enjoy your time here, and feel free to comment.

Eric

P.S.This is not an open forum. If you say something that really, really upsets me, on purpose, then you will be warned. If the problem persists, your comment will be deleted ipso facto.