Oditty

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Same old universal search for selfhood & the world around.

Submitted: February 29, 2008

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Loneliness is like
a dark cavern
of huge vacume,
profound, suffocative
and dreadfully quiet.
A thoughtless
meditative chaos.

Mind get impregnate
with strange notions
which turns into
stillborn babies.
Perhaps a futile attempt
to reason out things
beyond understanding.

I am alone,
as alone as God
up there.
But he has advantages
over my shortcomings
and He loves to
exploit them.

God is a puppet man
and I am a plaything,
a feeble instrument of
Holy boredom.
I was not given a choice,
I was just created for
divine games.

God has a strange
sense of justice
and a poor sense of humor
with all the discretion
and no accountability.
A vagarious powerhouse
of infinite possibilities.

I wonder
what is my place in
God's creation,
an ill-fitting piece of puzzle,
or a blot on sacred canvas?
Sometimes, I think,
in this reclusive state.


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