Rain Rain Go Away

Redundant respirations
Abscence of life
Instinctive heart beat
No desire nor love

Random thoughts
A mind near death
Incapible of exacting change
Never is my forever

God has died
Only this time he shall not rise

Anger is my god
Wanting but never obtaining
Awaiting but never receiving
Yelling but remaining unheard.

If the creator dies, what is to become of the creature?

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

an eloquent poem - you made that type of dispair we sometimes feel - tangible. I've been in that mindset where I thought the deep sadness would never go away.
Intriguing the way you ended this one....what would become of us without the creator? If our creator is anger - would we simply fade?
A thought provoking write

[* Mourning Starr *]

God is not dead.....He is just waiting for you to make the next move.....He who is god our creator loves us beyond all reason........He has given us the tools to make our own destinies...He hears you and when the time is right you will receive....I liked the piece a rant of sorts....always good to get out those feelings....

[Narnie]

Very sad... Im not sure the creator ever dies because he lives on in you. A well executed poem and full of deep deep emotion. Congrats.

[Rajat Tibrewal]

I like the line "Anger is my God"... Sounds so powerful!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I like this. I would like to see the last line perhaps broken after the comma into two for added emphasis and to shorten the closing. And you have an underline at the beginning for some reason? But I like the overall despondency of the piece.