Dear God;

I don’t mean to prod.

I just have these pondering questions;

About my life lessons.

How much more pain is to come?

Every day I pray for the pain to be done.

My age is only twenty five;

Yet slowly I keep losing drive.

All of this crippling weight placed on these shoulders;

Makes it hard to be your soldier.

Please forgive me, I really don’t mean to prod.

I just need enlightenment god.

This soul is scarefully lost,

And heavy from exhaust.

Please know, I do not...