JOB'S QUESTIONS (PART ONE)

 Question:

Who are You?

Are you who the Bible says you are?

Which version of the Bible?

Or are you who my Pastor says you are?

 

Who am I?

My apologies,

I speak with indignity coupled with an abject base of absurdity

Because I want You my Lord to listen to me.

 

Where do You come from?

Scratch that…

Where do I come from?

Sorry, I had said one question,

 

Mention;

Why is life so hard for me?

Alpha and Omega;

You promised, You promised that your word is true,

Tension, tension is what I feel after her latest abuse.

 

Question Two:

Where are You?

Where do you hide as I lay in here in these tears?

Why is it, why is it that when I seek your face in these desperate times,

I can’t, I can’t hear clear?

Where were you when she stabbed my heart with spears?

 

Where were You when she said no?

When I went on my knees,

Gave her my love

And she grabbed it,

And threw it out the window!

 

WHERE WERE YOU WHEN MY FATHER DIED?

Where were you when my mother cried?

I feel, I feel so low

Like, like depression got me hypnotized.

It swallows me so deep

That I can touch sorrow’s throne…

No! Not even hell is this low.

Ripped to shreds I whither in my pillow,

You say, you say

Be still, be still

But like a statue I am stuck

Sinking below sea level.

 

So where are you?

Why did you go?

Why did you leave me?

Why did you leave me all alone?

 

Written by Edgard The Bard

(To be continued...)