Cut Up Pieces

           An imposingly bitter profanity.

   Without a label, you lose reality.

              You lie in the cold to hide from the old,

And you shift in your clothes when words come from foes.

 

               The angst that you feel is impressively strong.

   Though your life's been hard, it's not been long.

           Maybe you'll mature and see for yourself

      The Bible you left bygone along that shelf.

 

                               Is it true what they say

            About no heaven?

                           Are we in hell

                Counting by sevens.

 

    You say there's no hell

   Scared you'll go there.

        Are the flames and the chains

    Something you can't bear?

 

                I hope there's a heaven, and we can deal without hell.

      What happens without Him and His stories to tell.

 

What happened to faith?

Have we all lost hope?

Have we lost our sensibility,

Our reasons to cope?

 

          Have we drifted from reality,

     Just like you?

Rather than taking in acceptance,

    kneeling at the pew..

Author's Note

it isn't my best. but I got pretty P.O.ed

Reviews

[Max]

i think it is good. some parts dont rhyme, but thats something ocd abbout me, my poems have to rhyme. it was good

[jimmy]

To me, this is honestly very well done. I can't say much about this, but I like it.