DeNada

August 6, 2011




Too many years
With nothing...
But suffering...
Heartache...
Worry for myself
And everyone else...

Too many years
Relying on providence...
With nothing...
No one...
To help...

Believing...
In the goodness of God...

Now...
The word makes me sick...
All the blah blah
Makes me sick...
I don't want to hear it
Get it out of my sight...
I don't want to even look.
Is this part of growing up???

My "good ole God"
Will have to fend without me...
Until I get an explanation...
Until I understand...
He will just have to manage
Without me.

I'm sure he'll do just fine.
If he doesn't care...
Neither will I.

End of story.




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