I don't see you
Because you don't exist
You're a badly made puzzle
Where no pieces fit
And all the people who praise you
Candles held tightly all lit
There's an absence in you
And your presence is it
To the pious and dying
To the wounded and maimed
No Father would allow this
No Mother lend her name
There are no extra turns
Stop playing this game
Too many children in agony
Too much blood in vain
To the rich and the worthless
To the poor and apathetic
We can live a life better than god
Be the martyr, the prophet, harlot and heretic
We are extreme light and dark
Our souls are not a constant shade
Our actions don't need to be deity made
We don't see you
Because we exist
Hands held up palms open
Unclenched from your fist
And all the people that praised you
Candles waving all lit
They are full of light and life
And you are the cause of none of it
I really liked this. There is alot of truth in your words.
6 years ago
Well captured memory and superb sense of surveillance over the Question on God's being(perhaps existence). Without any hard intents, I would wonder why it's easy to believe in the scientific story on the existence of matter ( e.g., air) but not so; for a Creator as God...
What more proofs would the world of 'blinded theories' be waiting for ( even after some kind character change & miracle manifestations) before she could come to a solemn embrace of reality..
At least, it's some bravery; you shared. Thanks all same, for spilling the yoke.
6 years ago
Structurally, the poem stood out especially how you ended it. The repetition really drove in the overall meaning. Great use of metaphor.
My own understanding of this is that god doesn't serve us, and we can live a better life than what believing in god could offer us.
The lines "Hands held up palms open/
Unclenched from your fist" brought in a great point often held by atheists; that we should put our "faith" and energy into the love, selflessness and ingenuity of human kind, not god. I really liked this, thanks for sharing.