Where's your faith at?

Today I had a pretty busy day. I think it could go without saying, but I have homework to do, but I have not yet started it. I slept till 11, went to class at 12, ate lunch, played racquetball, then soccer, then went to history, then to a chi alpha meeting, then dinner, then did laundry. Now I am writing this. I got thinking about people who don't have much faith in God or much of anything in fact. It's not hard to think about things like that when all day I'm faced with different things that are there to make me doubt my faith. In Global Politics we discussed a whole bunch of crap about cultures and negative aspects of American culture, and was just angry because it's so easy to tell that no matter what happens not everyone will be happy. I don't even know why we discuss the things we do because no solutions are ever made clear. It's almost as if we discuss things just to be taught that there is no hope for the world. We reflect on things of the past, but history constantly repeats itself. History there was discussion of pre biblocal period and people that were on the earth, which raises question once again on how earth began and stuff like that. It's frustrating, especially since I'm trying to stay close to my faith, but there is so much to do constantly that whenever I have a free second I just want to sleep or write. Anyway, my point of course relates back to a poem I wrote over the course of the summer. It's two parts. The first part basically relates to the secular world. The second part offers salvation. In either case here is the first part of my poem:

Ye of Little Faith

As usual I am alone in the darkness
Funny how darkness and silence go hand in hand
When it's nothing I hear, I fear everything around me
When I hear everything, it is then I fear nothing
But darkness really gets to me
Not because I am without sight
It gets to me because I am forced to rely on feelings
And I cannot trust how I feel or what emotions I feel
My emotions are underlying in comparison to this reality
Thena gain that is the case with everything in darkness
Nothing is entirely real or without doubt when you lose sight of it
More often than not, at some point
you'll lose sight of everything you believe in for some period of time
I may lose sight of you, you may lose sight of me
I may even lose sight of myself
No matter what the outcome, people are forgotten
Faith is abandoned and exiled from our own reality
We ask, "Why must we ever be in darkness?"
Thus the reasoning behind our faith
When you are blind and all you rely is on feeling
You are relying on faith which is
the only guidance we have in darkness because
we all want to be in the light
But for those who never rely on faith
Life is simple
yet short
and ends without warning

This poem is not meant to knock on the lifestyles that differ from mine, it's too state the unfortunate truth that people who have faith in nothing really don't live for anything but themselves. Ultimately living for ones own self can only end in disappointment. I've been alone in the darkness before and it has torn me up and has made me feel as if my life is not worth living. Some days I seem to reconnect with that feeling, but I know it will pass so long as I humble myself in the presence of my God. I realize that some who may read this may not agree with my beliefs, which is why I try and write poems in worldly perspectives, but most of my poems do have deeper religious contexts. Anyway I need to do homework so I'm done. Peace!