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November 16, 2025

108. my god died young

my god died when I turned 20.

it was sudden

it wasn't kind

it was hard to believe

 

since that day, I have stayed

alert at all times

out of morbid curiosity 

to see what would happen

 

it has been a pain for years

now I have realised

if you don’t like 

the past, invent a new one 

 

a lack of pretension

holds the truth when I am awake

I listen to the silence 

and try to decipher it

I fail mostly 

 

but it could be worse as

I find that life is too busy

nothing unique as

I actually believe in denial

 

you can so easily bring those 

unpleasant thoughts and things

into the room with you but

I leave it all on the outside because

the life of ideology is too limited

 

(Composed on Nov 13, 2025)


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