Does God exist? And where is the proof?

Wrote this poem with the consciousness that life is filled with challenges and ups and downs. Part III.

Poetry.

Not much of a poem. More like heart-filled stanzases. I was hurting and felt like no one cared and no one was willing to try.

A poem about the people who ask for help but go unheard.

An original poem by me written in a time of depression.

An original poem by me asking a few of life’s many questions.

Another work

The whole point in faith is its uncertainty.

A poem on a not so friendly ghost that steals bodies.