Believe Nothing

Now those old gods

Have disappeared

And it seems mere mortals

Are now revered

I can’t help but wonder

If all such crooks

Shouldn’t too be confined

To story books

(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog/)

Cardboard City

Another winters night

Passes me by

As I lie here and think

Why me God, why?

I did everything

That you asked

Completed each

And every task

And yet here I am

All alone

With nowhere safe

To call my home

Wondering what else

I have to do

To feel anything other

Than contempt from you

My Only Option

Frozen with fear

In the dead of night

I shed a tear

And hold on tight

As I pray to you

To see me through

Hoping this time

You’ll hear my plight

On Faith (And Smugness)

Go to bed

Say your prayers

Just ignore me

And the other nay sayers

If it makes you feel good

To utter those words

In the belief your request

Will be heard

Then pay no mind

To the likes of me

Heathens devoid

Of all piety

We’ll suffer one day

When He proves to be true

And we’ll regret not kneeling

Next to you

Human Intervention

I think he does this

From time to time

Sends me something

To ease my mind

Some small reminder

Of what once was

Knowing I find no comfort

In the words of God


From Beyond The Grave

There’s no
such thing
as a sign,
she said

Apart from
when you
need one,
he said

(Originally Posted 14.10.2019)

Sunday School

You know what they say

Doesn’t ring true

Yet upon it

You are told to rely

All those stories

Retelling past glories

But you’re not allowed to question why

What I’ve always wondered

Is who decided

Which one

Was the most hallowed

For I know

I needn’t look

To a fictional book

To guide me on moral code


False Gods

Will
it
always
be like
this

She
said

Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?

That all
depends
on the
book

He
said

In
which
you
choose
to believe

(Originally Posted 01.10.2020)

Virtueless

As I walk

Into the sea

Never quite who

I wanted to be

I know that faith,

Hope and charity

All just proved

Too much for me

Faithless

You say you’re ever loving

Yet your cruelty holds no bounds

If you care as much

As they tell me

Then why do you make me frown

The Godless Ones

Some find it easier to deify

Rules bestowed from up high

And trust in his miraculous plan

But I feel it wiser

To be your own advisor

Than rely on the thoughts of a man

Vaya Con Dios

Is this why we were put here

She said

To worship his favourite son?

I’m fucked if I know

He said

So let’s just have some fun

False Gods

Will
it
always
be like
this

She
said

Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?

That
all
depends
on the
book

He
said

In
which
you
choose
to believe

God

I wish I believed.

It’s heartening to see those of faith comforted from words set down so many years ago.

It’s uplifting to hear the voices of the choir soar alongside such stirring melody.

It’s inspiring to gaze in wonder at those beautifully stained glass windows like so many before me.

Truly.

But I don’t believe. In anyone or anything.

I’m not sure if I lack the inclination or imagination. Or both.

I am glad there are those that can be lifted from their darkest moments by the arms their God.

Sadly, the only person who will rescue me…is me.

And I’m not sure I have the strength.

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