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a.k.a. god?
by Andrew S Adamssecrets hidden away from the light-
here. here is my soul, confessed
to a drunken perception of reality
i thought to be god.
and i'm dropping my jaw at god
spilling out my quietest fears
to my greatest moments that
i would sober myself and see
otherwise.
but quiet, for the night is showing
its face to my broken trust in a god
that has always betrayed the feeling
that i so desperately lacked.
these whispered gasps of air
uttered in prayer to the most holy
are a million dreams dying. 03/27/2003 Posted on 03/28/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/21/08 at 06:40 PM i will always be mystified by god and what has or has not been bestowed upon me. especially when i'm drunk. nice work, andrew. this is thought-provoking |
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