by Scott Utley
The sun didn't shine that day.
In her mind, the sun didn't even rise.
Why did God die just when she needed to believe?
She asked herself this question a thousand times that day.
She never recieved an answer,
so she never found reason to believe.
That day turned into years and she finally forgot the question.
An answer at this point, after all,
would be pointless.
And so she lived until she died.
And all was fair in love and war,
as she thoroughly forgot
the point of what it all was for.
Author's Note: A prose experiment: Part A
An exercise to shore up discipline.
Each day I will add a few lines to this
until I feel satisfied with it.
Posted on 12/15/2008
Copyright © 2019 Scott Utley
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/15/08 at 04:08 PM|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/16/08 at 08:45 PM|
A worthy capture of the pointlessness of life we all feel at times. I had to read this over a few times to get some semblance as to what it may or may not mean. Interesting use of words too. Both simple but complex.