Somewhere hidden in my screams,
are the wishful wants of better dreams.
Lightly colored bright blue skies,
darkened seemed by cries of why.
Such a fear befallen man,
that away from GOD I turned and ran.
Into the arms of lustful sex,
the temp of evil that's been beggat.
Upon my crown without a thorn,
within the painful cries.
That Ive have been forgotten,
by my LORD and dont know why.
To myself I lie...

saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-myself-i-lie/