Lost God

by Manahill Naik
Someone's watching
When I don't water the flowers
And they die
*
Someone's watching
When I run afar
From where I'm meant
To run toward
*
Someone's watching
When I cry
Because I've felt Someone swipe
The tears away
*
Someone's watching
When I enter the dark 
And stay
*
Someone's watching
When, to the star, I pray
And I'm weak
With all the prayers unheard
*
Someone's watching
When I worship the world
But I hear no complains
Just the sound of the dark
Getting loud
*
Someone's watching
When I take strength from shadows
But it is known
The dark destructs itself
And so will I
*
All along
Someone watches
Over me
As I sin
He has seen me
Scar hearts and snow white flesh
He has seen me
Bleed white into red
And when I fail
At life
Every other day
Someone reaches out a hand
That I refuse to take
*
I am broke
With cracked lips
And tears that never come
So I search
For the glowing hand 
In the dark
Is it there?
*
Have I stayed
Too long in the shadow
To have lost God?

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