They listen well when I speak out of turn, but never heard the gutteral wails of my growing pains
They read my mistaken messages carefully, but dismissed the suicide letters of my troubled youth
Even in the womb did I threaten discord, and now it seems the noose sews itself.
Where can I go that God cannot comfort me?
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coracaodacripta (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Resisting either end
- Category: Sad
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I hear the anguish in this poem where there is a call for understanding that has never existed and seems unlikely to come about, even God does not understand a powerful statement.
God may as well be the only one who will ever understand. After all, He is the One who can never be fully understood.
Searching for answers which cannot be found and torn between beliefs, a well expressed write
Thank you. Though I may describe it the opposite way; torn between the answers, and unable to find belief and relief.
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