Pt. 1

Poetry & Prose April 26, 2017

guilt pt. 1

The other day you slept on the carpet
You fell down a hole we dug with our hands
half-blind
no mind

we went down there to find it all

The other day you wept to accept it
Choking on dry tears that drop in the sands
No light
He’s right

(yet)

i’m not sure how i see God anymore
Man, he was so distant for a time
God, He was so inconsistent for a time

how am i supposed to call this?

my guilt is relentless
i thought that would be love

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