Papa save me!
I am  wounded
The rage is fuming,
my certitude , muddled
anguish soaks

I’ve brawled these doubts
My empathy is at scare

Papa save me!
the  demons I Incur
found of grey
I am  stitched to grief,
It  swishes  my existent
When linger for faith,
The light in me ,
is too leaden