mocking

Another Year

Another year has come and gone, what am I doing wrong?
How far I have gone?
I have to ask it.
Life is hard and I have barely passed,
What have I accomplish in my life, other than surviving by the knife.
Maybe if I accomplish something I would not have to fight.
I feel a knocking at my soul. It is God or some I’m told.
I close my eyes hoping it would go away but it’s still there the next day.
How many more roads do I have to walk down before my life unfolds?
I am lost in a maze looking for faith but all I see is a darken haze.
There is an angel without a halo leading me astray.
I am compelled to following the shadows every day, mocking death with every breath.
Where do I go from here, when there is nothing but fear?

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