Untitled- Sometime 2017

This is a piece I free-wrote in a notepad a couple of years ago and have yet to share.

My masque is blank
Sometimes it's black
But it's never read.
When the sun comes up,
Sometimes, it rains
Even in my head
But God doesn't go there anymore.
The wind, it blows, sometimes,
A breeze spirals softly with the leaves
And I want to feel moving too
But the Devil has his arms around me
And God doesn't hold me anymore.
Angels fall, sometimes,
They break.
They whisper they're right in front of me
'Can you see my wings?'
Only fires and ashes remain
Because God doesn't catch them anymore.
No.
This world in my head
Poems I've written
And art I've said,
Places gone
And created
God doesn't come here anymore.
Can you see my eyes?
Can you see my faith?
God doesn't come here anymore.
Can you see my scars?
Can you see my pain?
God doesn't come here anymore.
Can you see the dark?
Can you see the stars?
God doesn't come here anymore.
Can you see me now?
God doesn't come here anymore.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i find this so compelling....that battle to retain faith when everything has gone dark...and even when the pen can't catch the thoughts well enough to write them down...and that line about the "devil has his arms around me" made me shiver....
excellent write...your writing makes me FEEL.
j.

[TheJordBaker]

Thank you, I'm glad you thought the broken anxious style worked

[Chris Shaw]

This piece speaks to me about loss of faith. When you are so down and desperate and you are begging for a sign and yet there is nothing. I felt this piece deeply as I could relate to it. I don't do organised religion anymore. I am spiritual and look to nature. I am happier there. A great w write.

Chris

Chris

[TheJordBaker]

Thank you Chris