My God

A Poem by Dukesrunner

My God

My God…

Here I am, once again,

I’m thinking out loud

With what I daily fail to portray,

Hoping these words will shout:

I’m trying to put a face to the name,

Of this twisted game of life.

My Beating heart torn apart �"

To home I’m bringin’ nature’s knife.

But amidst the dark; awakening,

The light: my traitor’s blinding

Erases thy will to fight and my

Strength found through the night.

But don’t fret,

I ain’t dead

Nor among your dying.

In fact,

Each day to day,

By dusk I’m flying.

And not to say

I’ve gained my wings,

But here’s my palm burnt of Titan’s pyre.

I’m marked myself;

The brand glowing of inner fire.

So those feathers I don’t need,

Light as light of what I’ve heard �"

My bleeding soul, my blacker steed,

Burnt Darker than the heard…

My God

My God

© 2010 Dukesrunner

Author's Note

This poem isn't done yet. Well. Okay. I lied. It technically is done, but I've a feelingI'll be adding to this one over time. Maybe I won't, maybe I will. Either way, this is the first poem I've written originally on paper for a very very long time. I was bored in Algebra, so I started writing. And then I was bored in History, so I started writing some more. And I already knew about what we were covering in Chemistry... And then there was that movie in Spanish... So yeah. The only class spared of me writing in it is my Literature Class. Go figure. Anyway, this was constructed whenever I was bored, (or inspired) over the past few weeks. I like it a ton, but please, feel free to mock, slam, or otherwise critisize it. But be constructive, will you? Thanks a ton.