Here's another. Had it written, just didn't want to share I at the time.
Unresolved:
What a strange place I'm in
Caught up in an undertow
From a wave of half-repented sin
That I'm trying so desperately to overthrow
I'm lost, I can't find my way
It's a problem my poems can't fix
For as my soul yearns for God this day
The rest of me shouts 666
"He's lazy!"
"He's a liar!"
"He does everything
Every little desire"
My mind is growing hazy
To stop me from going crazy
End it all, send me higher
There are times I long for death to come and whisk me away
Other times I try myself, what good am I anyway???
Yet still there are moments where God says, "It's not time to meet yet
So stay, fulfill your calling, and most of all, never fret"
So I'm sorry to those it would hurt
To see me buried in 6 feet of dirt
I just can't live a lie
But clearly the solution isn't to die...
Mundus vult decipi -- the world wants to be deceived