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hey god,
by Morgan D Hafeleit's me again.
funny isn't it, how much you've been hearing from me lately even though i'm not even sure if i believe.
i guess it's more like talking to myself, but at least when i talk to you,
i can pretend that someone's listening,
but whether or not you really are, well that's a different story all together.
isn't it?
i remember when i was a kid, everynight before i hopped into bed i would pray,
and i'm not too sure if i really believed then either, or if it was just fatherly influence leading me the way he saw fit.
it doesn't really matter much though because i prayed anyway.
i prayed and i hoped.
life's path has lead me to believe that i committed some crime, but i can't figure out what it was,
not for the life of me.
was it hope?
crimes aside, my hope is dead and my eyes are sunken deep in my skull.
probably not very diffent than my skinless counter part except the color in my eyes,
faded as it is, is still there.
i'm not dead yet.
at least not as far as i can tell.
so god, i'm not on the darkest side of the street, but it sure has been awhile since i've seen the sun.
these clouds you got me walking under seem to be dragging me down
and the side walk seems more like quicksand than concrete.
and i'm trying not to complain, and i don't want to ask for too much,
but if you don't mind,
would you please show me how to dream in color? 05/13/2007 Author's Note: not as defeated as usual... is it?
Posted on 05/13/2007
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 05/14/07 at 03:55 PM I like this casual sort of conversation with god... It's pretty comfortable for how dark some lines are. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/17/07 at 04:14 AM I hear ya brotha'. Cynicism wrapped in hope still aptly captured with our bacon and eggs. :o) |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 05/18/07 at 12:44 AM Jesus Christ is undefeatable if you find Him. hope is only a four letter word if you let it be. think of it this way. if it hurts it's probably worth it, and if it didn't kill us, you're becoming indestructible in a way yourself. great...intense poem. felt like i was inside your head for real. |
| Posted by Becca Kinser on 06/20/07 at 10:51 PM This is really good, Morgue. I actually want to go off of this, because I'm having some ...religious issues at the moment, but I'm afraid mine would sound too bitter. But...it's so good. I love the way you ended it. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/04/09 at 08:11 PM I definitely like the conversational tone here, with expectations in spite of doubt. |
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