I looked for God today –
He had not much to say...
And then he turned away.
I looked for the devil in dismay –
And he laughed at the cliché...
How I have been led astray.
I spoke to God in vain –
Asked: what would he ordain?
Forgiveness to sustain?
I spoke to the devil, ashamed.
He mocks, "your mother is to blame."
At which I cried, "I feel the same."
Caught between Heaven's scorning,
And Hell's righteous embrace | deforming;
My soul disoriented in mourning...
If God is even listening –
And Lucifer is surely witnessing,
They know that I am crumbling...
I no longer see so clearly
The faith I once held so dearly.
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Mia Bella Somniator
Poetry"I write because you exists" - Micheal Faudet Life is full of misfortunes. But Could it be That all my misfortunes Could actually be Immaculate Misconseptipns? And what of love? With its thorns turned red from my pricked fingers? How do we begi...
