Hey God,
It's me:
Your favorite nobody;
The damnation of your creation -
Who's hearts I forever tear,
With my razor teeth always bare.
Hey God,
It's me:
The ghost you can't see;
With his heart on his sleeve -
Always asking to bleed,
Always having to plead.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: wrote this in history earlier 2day (technically its supposed 2 b song lyrics & its longer but wtvs). also, im not very religious. i have a tricky relationship w/ religion & G-d (4 personal reasons). n e ways ummm enjoy?
- Category: Religion
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Comments2
I actually find this very cool
thanks for sharing it!
im glad u liked it :))
firstly, your Author's comment
was just ummm - awesome!
you have a natural eloquence
even writing, in the shorthand
of modernity..
your poem itself, I found
spoke of the disillusioning distance
a lot of people, can relate to
that juxtaposition, absence
of an ever-Present, deity
seemingly, being
so consistently, Missing
in our everyday
of toil and chaotic, strife..
for those looking for signs
of some divine, guidance
or solace
it must feel
like they've been abandoned...
'It's me:
Your favorite nobody;'
'It's me:
The ghost you can't see;'
what, a sad thing
to do to yourself
to invest, in a faith system
you feel, alienates
and hurts you..
better, maybe
to walk away and find, something
more tangible, for you to relate to...
(an engagingly, Timely
and thought provoking write
thanks for sharing, dear poet)
omg thank u sm. ur so kind
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