Questions 

You are always covered in dark,

ashes on you forehead

ashes on your cheek

standing apart stark,

With the moon adorned beautifully

balanced delicately

shine your grace on me,

why are you alone, I ask

sitting on a rock?

it's freezing cold

with the wind howling

and the trees rustling

don't you hear my calling?

everywhere i look

the world is imbalanced

what i seek, i never receive

what is this game of yours

where waiting is the new lure

i meet often - new and old

in the end all of them fold

i have lost the will to be curious

sometimes all i want is to be furious

at the world, at the people & You

aren't the trials and tribulations

enough for you?

i sit alone and i think

not on a rock but 

on a life equally tough,

why am i here

where have you put me

everywhere i look

i see despair and misery,

i have felt sad but

never angry at you

you created this

you created that

you created me

but is it possible that

you forgot me?