Child Support

The Father , The Son , and ...

I used to believe

 A good child does what he is told

Then, in an hour of need

 You were not there 

The child was left alone.

  I felt deceived

Like you didn't care

   In my time of need

Father why were you not there?

 This hunger that I can never feed

Reluctantly, I began to see...

 There is no heaven above 

Only a hole

 Only a vacant space

Only a void of your love

 Abandon is the child

I speak to a God that doesn't exist.

 If he did

Oh, how I wish

 Upon stars

But I am lost in the cosmos

 Alone and afraid

With lurking creature in the mist

 I am your child that still exists

In the weight of things,

 To you, is this nothingness?

Father,

 Don't tell me I need to pray harder

I bled this from my wrist

 From all this noise, I now sit in silence

Just another passing fit from the child

 I slowly dragged myself up again

Because if I don't, I will remain on this cold bloody floor

 No one to help me up

Knuckles dragging, head sagging

 Back to my cave

My early grave

 Cursed by a love that can't persist

Until I find the strength to grab hope again and optimistically wish 

 That you will someday acknowledge me. 

by the unknown sith- the child.

Reviews

[Poet Pittinix]

This is an interesting piece. I must say you should not rely on what mankind teach about God. Observe creation and draw your own conclusions about God.

[The Unknown Sith]

I agree. My stories or poems are not always my personal views. I like to look at things from an opposing side at time and try to argue or explain from there. I found this in a philosophy class I took where we had to defend a position we did not agree with. Thanks for the review.