Escaping Jesus

I'm searching from the core of my heart,
looking to find your special love and care
that I once remember finding comfort in
but I cease to find your justice anywhere.

All the questions interlace with my comformity,
emotions begin to snap from deep within.
I feel like I'm at loss of the air beneath me
when I've lost the hopes in my best friend.

I'm breaking down into meaningless oblivion
from the strength that is fading with a replacement
of the weakness of a single shatter and storm
from the loss of my only beautiful ominecsent.

I wish I could go back and redo every mistake
but somehow, I don't know if it seems right.
The believer died in the arms of the world's view
still wishing, I could win this constant fight.

The battle of the sacred friendship with you
with whom I used to worship and adore freely.
But the hands of time change the course of life
and the battle is forfeited losing the you, in me.

Heather M Craig.