God once More

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about trying to understand the brutality of becoming an adult.

Submitted: July 22, 2010

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To you, I speak
for supposedly you are housed
inside my bowels burning holes
that peak out to watch this room.

You whisper sound as you built weights
unseen pounds of letters, burdens
and numbers pilled onto tender shoulders
crying “Walk

Seen you pull children
into housing fires just to watch
their reaction
under the opening of pain
red burning skin.

You carried my body
to lands, continents, and abandoned rooms
many times just to see
the difference in weight
in space, and in numbers.

Finally they have come for answers
Opening and closing their eyes
over and over
I see them at funerals
weddings, stores,
pushing veins blood and hair
inside nothing but your words.

Now I realize
away from you

That we no longer need text.
Just the simple act of holding
one invisible hand.


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