A Blind Believer

by | Dec 21, 2015 | Poetry | 0 comments

Rumors of a god
roaming around,
taking forms,
shape-shifting
to be seen by all,
then seen no more—
let me follow
let me follow,
let me fall
in love with this new deity
of some unfathomable nature;
creature of the heavens
has been created,
or by hell;
it does not matter—
I have always worshipped
what’s more than me—
let me follow
let me follow,
let me fall
on my knees,
where I can spend my life
going about to please,
going about saying please;
for what I could have done
by myself,
now I have a god
to blame and hold
In contempt—
let me follow
let me follow,
let me fall
to the land of the spirit-honed;
to keep their heads,
they have their minds boned
like a skeleton— all life is gone
but for this cheesy grin—
let me follow
let me follow,
let me fall;
my heart is broken—
my older deity promised
not to break my heart;
many years, and the pieces lying around,
he did not have enough divinity to mend;
he told me it only took my humanity—
I did not buy it;
get me another god that can bend
to my mortal wishes and whims,
to my ego and selfishness
in being the only one for whom he attends,
and I will follow this god—
let me follow
let me follow,
let me fall;
for no longer do I believe
I am a god;
no longer do I perceive
I am immortal—
I trusted god after god
to bring back my divinity,
but that defeated the purpose.
Let me do it one more time,
swallow my pride and believe
the rumors of a new god—
let me follow
let me follow,
let me fall.

June 1, 2015

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