Genesis Machina

God created the world over the Earth and space appeared and angels asked what is it worth

and we all were created for entertainment or love or whatever the reason but we can’t make it up to him

so we all try to change our masks or do things for the sake of doing them can’t we just pray and bow our heads

and have God listen to us and us not to him

but it doesn’t work that way we have to let him in to our heart

I don’t mean for this to rhyme in fact this is a speech for a dark time but I can’t help it I’m starting to think like a poet

but they treat me like a mime and the world opens up just a little and they close my mouth just a little the pain is too

much to handle

I can’t seem to bear it tears drop down my eyes and I can only dream of seeing clearly let this hurt out and maybe

you’ll think twice before abandoning me or maybe you wished this on me

it’s okay I’m not asking you anyway if I am to die today then let it be my day

death can come and I will happily go away

there’s nothing left for me here anyway

I have to leave but maybe you’d like to join me

thoughts come out the window
of my brain before I go insane
lay them down on paper
leave a trail in case I drown
myself in tears of rain
could I just get one minute
on my lifes stage
or do I have to wait my turn
until you’re all done saying what
you have to say
tell me how to live my life
and how to avoid all the bad things in life
because you know everything about the world
but at night you worry that everything will unfurl
and you’d be left all alone
sitting in a house that’s not a home
ever since everything you believed in is gone

#NaPoWriMo Day 19: God help me, I can’t save ’em

cups of water
don’t cleanse
a broken body
I thought oil
was God’s way
to save me
I overflow with
thoughts of madness
how do I tell the
difference between
pain and sadness