The Regress

Life was once kind,
Full of goodness, you see,
But now it is just darkness,
Full of anguish and misery.

It is the cycle of life,
One can venture to guess,
The secret about life,
It is called the Regress.

Floating between various stages,
You see,
As happiness and sadness,
Both come back to me.

The memories of better days,
Warmer seasons of old,
Now all of my seasons,
Have grown bitter and cold.

Though I, in diligence,
Do work at my craft,
The world, with disdain,
Just gives me the shaft.

Never in the wrong,
Have my hands done labor,
Never contempt in my heart,
To merit such disfavor.

My friends did love me,
They cared do you not see,
Until time rolled over,
Then they abandoned me.

Life was once mirth,
Time of great jubilation,
They have faded, since then,
To complete tribulation.

I feel like Jesus,
As He was crying you see,
"My God, My God,
Why have you forsaken me?"

Oh God, please God,
Please remember how,
You saved me once before,
Do not abandon me now.

Remember your servant,
Broken is He,
Languishing, agonizing,
In total misery.

I have done your work,
Lord, remember the day,
That you atoned for my sin,
And took my guilt away.

All I am saying, God,
Is I wait for progress,
To fight back the cycle,
One of constant regress.

I want to say it God,
but I do not know how;
Here it goes, "Hey God,
I need you right now."