Prisoner of regrets

Tell me, God,
what I have done wrong,
why I can not feel your love

Did
my chill tears
make grew up
this solitude in my soul?

I know
I let you down;
at nights,
my heart,
hears that you still cry;
and my fracture sorrow
offers you his deeply apologize
for forgetting
you died
 in silence.

Tell me, God,
why Christ talk to me
in my restless dreams
just for leaving me alone again;
why my prays are ever sad;
why I still take the place
from
some-one else;
why did you not take my life
along time
ago;
tell me if I were blind,
hurted or lost,
because
I can not touch your love,
listen your charm  voice,
feel like your son.

Pardon,
my dear lord,
for rest
in another place
far away
from you.