I've never seen God,
Nor have I heard him call.
Maybe he's a myth.
Maybe he's not real at all.
My mother always tells me
To pray at night;
For my sins, thoughts, and items;
To talk to him in the night.
But talking to someone I don't know exists
Feels like talking to a brick wall.
Therefore I don't speak to him,
Not ever, not at all.
When I am in bed
And think about feelings I've felt,
My friends say,
"Pray to God, I know he can help."
I just nod lightly
And give them a small smile.
They mirror my image
While holding the Bible.
I don't know what to think.
Is this God really real?
I truly am confused
And don't know what to feel.
YOU ARE READING
Unrealistic Dreamer.
PoetryCollection of poetry being entered in the Atty Awards. © secretbeauty_ (cover made by Perfectionism)