Poetry Post 329

Reading Empathy
Can you look right through me
And tell if I have empathy
Can you see my neurological wires
And see the roots of my desires
Any more than I can see through you
By the actions I can see you do
By the way you see how other people feel
To determine what you can get out of the deal
I only hope for reprocity and understanding
Never giving less than I am demanding

Questioning Faith
What is it to have true religion?
Is it relying on another for a decision?
Is faith something you're suppose to support
But cannot count on when you're hurt?
I know there is God and I know there is the Lord
But how am I helped compared to those who never heard
There is comfort in knowing what is Good and Right
But with so much beyond our strength its a losing fight
You may say its a sin to say the Lord forsook me
But if I still feel so defeated someone overlooked me

Unrewarding Drudgery
Every day is a hectic boring drudge
How can I not hold a grudge
What do I have to depend on
When all is done everyone's gone
I push and pull along throughout the day and night
Without comfort emotional or physical in my sight
Just a small bed to lay alone in
Waiting for the next day to start it all over again