You've found comfort in His World
You were guided and consoled
Given a purpose in His World
You were created and complete
Everything you were taught to want
Nothing could compete
Then emptiness came and consumed
Something so complete now hollow with wound
Head to toe you bleed
Yerning for relief, any reason to compete
Searching through song and poem and arts and praise
but there is no end
Promises made as thick as gold
Guided with His teach but left out in the cold
I know where you stand
I know how you bleed
I know you so hollow and old
I know where to go
Trust my guide
though i offer no gold
Come hold my broken hand
Come stand with the Ghost
Matt Horror 2017