Someone reads me religiously, so in honor of them I set out to in the ten minutes allowed me write a "poem" about what I feel about religion. See, I'm a little upset that though I took 2 peotry classes in college and I feel so insecure about writing in a way like this that I put quotation marks the word, poem. I've come to feel that "the you know it when you see it" shouldn't be reserved for porno-- it applies to much more. So, in that open vain, I'll put this up with possible future deletion in mind.
Flirting with atheism
On those days, it’s a forceful cry.
The kind of cry
that should reach the sky.
Long searching for the tunnel’s promised light.
I saw before more rounds and rounds
and me
finally,
out of the fight.
The cry came with even more force.
The sky stayed still, and I still sane:
There was no two sided discourse.
I looked again to see
if even a cloud had stirred.
silent and still.
No thunder clap, lightning , beautiful bird.
I did not ask why me?
Because, Why not me
seemed to follow just as logically.
I squinted at the sun--
That same old shine
I thought of all that was now
No longer mine.
Had it gone somewhere up there?
Just tell me!
And I’ll stay put way down here.
Fed up then of this brutal endless sky
I looked forward till the day I’d die.
Thought, how Love and hate
Had both been described as blinding
wondered Which one blinded more
And couldn’t reference a scientific finding
Sadness and the sky were both blue
One more look:
Didn’t seem that even a cloud had shifted
The cry, now muted, filled the air with force
And not the same,
I , sanely,
ended the one sided discourse.
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