My situation is dire, nobody cares.
I'm facing oblivion, no one despairs.
I speak to deaf ears, nobody hears.
I speak only truth, some say monger fears.
My words are ignored, my thoughts are inspected.
My morals are questioned, my motives rejected.

I see in myself a person of faith.
I'm a person of substance, no surreal wraith.
My ideas are genuine, I never deceive.
I have no use for the webs others weave.
I think before acting, I speak for myself.
I cherish and nourish my mental health.

My world is shaken, nobody cares.
My eyes fill with tears, no one despairs.
My pain is constant, I hear no compassion.
My forgiving nature is so far out of fashion.
The path I am on I do not follow alone.
My Savior is with me, I have atoned.

I do not fear my death, I do not despair.
My Savior's message I endeavor to share.
I seek my salvation, I value my word.
When the end comes, I will have endured.
When I meet my Savior, I will stand tall.
When he sought me out I heard his call.

Though life is difficult, I am not alone.
When oblivion threatens, I'm not on my own.
There are those who care, I'm in their prayers.
I feel the love that those of faith share.
I will not fall into the trap of despite.
I shall endeavor to do what is right.
D.L. Crockett -- 3/23/23