God I have questions?

Empty house,
Red, Orange,
Yellow, Green,
Blue, Indigo, Violet,
A rainbow in every room.

Sun shining,
brightly lit,
no curtains
to hide the contents.

I dance in the sun light,
no music,
no people,
just free....
Warmth fills me.

I know there is God,
I have questions,
would he speak to me?

Condemned to my solatude.
Why try,
Who am I,
Where am I going,
What's this purpose,
to run the race swiftly,
to get the most toys,
to go the most places,
God I have questions?
To help the most people,
They DON'T want help.

Something has changed,
freedom is really not freedome,
and the colors suggest
there are no colors,
COLOR BLINDNESS.

I have walked away,
into the abiss,
floating,
gliding, fillng my lungs
with the cold water.
God I have questions?

Forgiveness,
for what. I have done
nothing but been here.
Denial, for the nothing,
denial for being here,
denial for what ever else
presents.
God I have questions?

Why won't you talk to me,
you talk to everyone else.
Am I really the Devil,
or am I really just standing
in the sunlight, dancing as the
sun kisses my body.