Forsaken

I am forsaken
A lab rat to god
Who doesn’t care if I cry out
Or ask nicely.
I refuse to believe
Someone so full of love
Would do this to me
So untimely.
And so disbelief
Turns to hate
And hate to desolation.
I should go about this more wisely.
Either I am in hell
Or it doesn’t exist.
Or I’m wrong
If Buddha saw rightly.

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One response to “Forsaken

  1. asking a pose
    saying “cheese”
    before the spring
    snaps
    ~
    we’re trapped

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