Thoughts He Never Shares

How can you have any excitement if you're not daring?

Writing all my wrongs, hoping I can right all my wrongs
But in the dead of night I realize that's just false hope
I don't look to the stars and ask questions because all they do is stare back
And I stopped talking to God because I never heard him respond
No, don't get me wrong, God is real, I just know my words ... He doesn't hear
Got me wishing I could get a refund for all the times I fell on my knees and let my mouth run
And I was told that feeling air to the cheek isn't the same as feeling the Holy Ghost deep within your soul
Silly, why do I want to feel the presence of a ghost, come on really?
So I shun religion, I mean why follow an illy represented individual from your imagination and try to make it my truth?
I refuse to follow a falsely pigmented man whose life was exaggerated and whom you emasculated
Well maybe if you dyed his hair black, portrayed him with hair of wool, gave him a tan, and made him an actual man I'd rethink my thoughts
I'm not blasphemous, just highly opinionated
My mind and is just that, my mind, so throw out your newfound judgement of me
In the dead of night I'll throw away everything I write
Paper and pen aren't friends, holy water evades my hands
My knees stopped being ashy due to me knowing it'll be pointless with a ton of sins weighing on my hands

Author's Note

Ignore grammatical errors

Reviews

[white shadows]

I really enjoyed this one! I actually find it humorous. I don't know if this was the point or not, but regardless it was good.

[Just Simple Sounds]

Thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it, there are a few lines that make me smile when I read it. It was just a to the point kind of thing that I wrote in like 10-15 minutes