Poetry

God Dust

The sky drops from purple pitch, below you lie in the dark. Cold picks at tender, scabbing flesh, wounds of the day having left their mark. When prayer turns to screaming and screaming to cries unheard, you realize you’re truly alone, alone in a prolonged life absurd. You wonder how you’ll get up, wonder if… Continue reading God Dust

Poetry

Forsake

I don’t need a Lord, I yearn for a friend. Be within reach, not cloaked in mystery. Why must you break me when shadows can bend? Spare me miracles, promises descend. Save the tricks for hungry masses deceived. I don’t need a Lord, I yearn for a friend. Some come to your aid, who do… Continue reading Forsake