Situations Poem by L.T Sanders

It’s a complicated situation that I’m facing.
Between broken dreams and death planning conversations.
I constantly ask why I fell out of God’s hands into the arms of satin.
Praying for life after death, deep down questioning the continuation.
Weary from all the back stabbing and sins which mostly generates from my family and friends.
Please lord tell me will this pain ever end.
Will I ever walk with you and make Amens.
Only you will ever know were my souls really been.
Devils getting closer and he’s coming in the form of many men.
They pass me weed and beer to throw off my concentration.
I go on job interviews the next day and say words but don’t know the pronunciation.
By DNA I have a father but mentally there is no relation.
it's getting darker by the day.
It took two buildings to fall for the nation to unite and pray.
After the fact Bush is sending 20yr olds to Irag to be living in there last days.
These are my situations.