You are so open to interpretation
Clinging
Softly escalating
Crashing like water in a
black porcelain bowl
You hide inside a caricature
and live behind lies
Raising the fallen just to watch them
plummet into hell
You float so high

Untouchable

Unknowable

Unfathomable

Secure in your divinity and
scornful to those who seek
more than you
Am I supposed to worship this?
Bow down to a monster who
laughs at my pain?
Revere a ghost whom I cannot
touch?
Love a lofty ideal of
misplaced trust?

This pain is a granite berry
lodged in my throat
And I don’t believe that you care

I used to feel you
Experience you
Hear your voice in the night
But your silence is a novel
and it speaks more than you ever did
And I wonder…
Have I been blind?
Or just deafly dumb to who
you really are?
The faithless has shown me
the emptiness of my faith
The absurdity
of
obscurity
And I weep
for what I never had.

06/18/2006

Posted on 06/19/2006
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