I lay in grass fields next to broken glass
I see the sky, the one that birthed me
The one that I was told to follow from a young age
But age 6 is different from age 16
You realize what the sky can do
You realize that it can possibly give you a home after foreclosure
Or if you spit on it, it gives you a cold street
So many questions, all shut away
All of my teddy bears turned to heresy
I ask the clouds again why they birth me here
In this situation
In this life
I ask again, raising my voice
Another cricket filled answer
I scream at it this time, demand an answer
Why do you birth me and others in these husks?
These ships sent on rocky paths, destined to crash
Why do you?
Why are you?
Why won't you answer me!?
...
I've found solace in oblivion
Neither in the sky or down in the dirt
I float on
On through the gray
The milky warm oblivion
I've chosen my ultimate Apathy
White out the sky and dirt
I turn off the light and shut the closet door
This is the answer?
No
It is my answer
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2016 21:22
- Comment from author about the poem: My whole personal view on Religion and the path I've chosen for now. If its anyone's concern, I'm Agnostic
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
"Neither in the sky or down in the dirt"=?
Apathy is NOT the answer, but Agnosticism is a better path than military Atheism.
You are getting close to be nominated...
Mainly I just feel tired of worrying and going back and forth between a belief in God(s) or a disbelief in anything. So what I've personally decided is that being a good person and remaining neutral and open to learning about other faiths. I support people for what they believe in, I just may not believe in it myself but no hatred towards anyone or anything at all, just a neutral stance.
And Nominated? Ooooh sounds interesting : )
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