God, where are You?
What have You done?
You've cut off the power
that kept my light on.
I'm fumbling in darkness
And grasping at words
I've lost all life's meaning:
It's now so absurd.
I'm drowning in tears,
Neck-high in mud,
Frozen solid.
Drained of blood.
Yes, there's no meaning
in all I hold dear;
I'm shipwrecked and broken
and living with fear.
You stole from me
a heart, Oh, so brave!
She fought to protect me;
but can't from the grave.
There are no answers.
There is no cure.
I'll make no peace with You,
And "Yes" - I'm damn sure.
Yes, I'm bitter;
Yes - full of rage.
You wrote this play,
But I've burnt down Your stage.
Adrian Turrell 5th December 2022
Copyright A R Turrell
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Author:
ARTreborn (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this shortly after my beloved mother passed away. From my earliest memories as an infant, I remember crying as I saw her being punched and kicked and pulled aside by her hair as she stood between my violent father and me. She would keep getting up and getting back in harm's way. She protected me, and after she died, I felt so vulnerable, even though I was well over 60 years of age and my father had pre-deceased my mum. I didn't know how to live without her and every day is still a struggle. I once believed in God, but irrational as my anger was, and is, I had to 'get at' someone, express my grief at something, so God got both barrels. Sorry if this upsets you. It is what it is.
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Comments3
I’m sorry for your loss. The emotion jumps from your words, beautifully put together. The love of a mother is unmatched.
Thank-you. It's taken over six months for me to have the courage to 'publish' this. I don't aim to offend religious people. It's just a gut reaction borne of grief.
This is not offensive at all. It's very brave, and extremely emotional. We all deal with our feelings differently. I can feel you through the screen. I am so sorry for your pain.
This is not offensive at all. It's very brave, and extremely emotional. We all deal with our feelings differently. I can feel you through the screen. I am so sorry for your pain.
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