The Musings of a Defeated Soul

The Musings of a Defeated Soul
What is it like- falling apart ?
I asked God
He smiled but his lips wouldnt part
I thought he didnt hear.
So the question remained,
May be his silence bare,
was an answer and the question waned.
It was then I saw;
something that shouldn' be
My foe, the rebel, the victorious, the winner of every battle,
kneeling at his feet.
I was in awe,
but then God answers everyone
Only, the answer is the same.....
I noticed the impeccable smile on the lord's face
The aura filled the space.