I wrote this poem at some stage of agony of my faith :)

God, when I see the ugliness and beauty
You've put me in to see if I can deal
It doesn't work the way You had designed me
Sometimes I even wish I couldn't feel

All the colors that every day surround me
They start to pale and look like but a waste
I live my days without any real feeling
I eat my food, it doesn't have its taste

And then I fill my empty days with dreaming
Life passes by so silent like a dart
Lord, can You hear my prayer that is streaming
From the darkest corner of my broken heart

I take a cup with all my hidden wishes
I know it can be poison if I drink
With shaking hands I lift it to my lips
For every thought I can't afford to think

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