like all people.
i guess, at those most fragile times,
i have become my own god.
and rule with swollen stomach.
and parched tongue.
i bark commands at my own shadows.
the ones most fond of my inner being.
and i drown in virgin blood.
the kind you don't become pure in.
i have seldom talked with demons
but they frequent my bedroom,
only nights,
and paralyze all thought;
twisting with devil's chaos inside me.
i have choked with shows of rebellion.
cried tears of repentance
upon deafened ears.
or, sometimes,
i just hope he didn't hear me.
to convince myself i don't need it.
not him.
not anybody.
i remain such a proud creature.
like lucifer himself.
and realize,
aren't we all a little bit of both.
are there absolutes?
is god evil-
because he created evil?
or is he good because
he knows what will become of it?
i am evil.
because i refuse to accept it
that i can not change.
or am i good.
because i want to?
Author notes
spur of the moment thing.
hope it's what you're looking for.
A contest entry
- God... Can You See Through... by individuality.
700 points, ended September 12, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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We all...
have such thoughts at times. Once you become convinced, everything becomes different. The mindset changes as you become comfortable that you have been told things historical and true. But this is a good write of introspection poet.
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like all people.
i guess, at those most fragile times,
i have become my own god.
-there is so much to draw from this. where one interpretation ends and another begins is just too hard to tell.
are there absolutes?
-a question that begs an answer.
incredible poem. it's been a while, i know, but hell. this is good.
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a good piece
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Very nice. I liked all of it I cannot choose just a piece of this poem to single out. I have felt this way many times and know what tortured nights are like. Good luck in the contest.
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