Monday, February 3, 2014

Atheiasthma

Swore off god
But he came back
Like a bad cough
Like a small dog
Who knows you are good
For a meal.
Why you wanna be alone?
He asks
Because goddammit
You're not real
I can't sit here like this
Talking to myself.
But what does it all mean?
God says
I don't know man
It gets harder and harder
I get harder and harder
And you'd think that
Would protect me but no
The harder I get
The more I crack
Someday I might snap in half
And float away
Down the stream
Away from myself
And away from god
Knocking on the river bank
Like a thief in the night.

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