The seventh day God created Man.
He made them in the palm of his hand.
Man was made in his image and his image is perfection.
Soon his creation betrayed him.
They started wars.
They left scars on Man's face.
They betrayed him.
You don't betray God.
Evil infested the world and God stopped answering prayers.
If you want to play God then don't expect God to stick around.
He only helped the helpless. The people who were pure. The people who haven't messed up his wonderful world.
I guess he never answered my prayers because I am not perfect.
I am not a pure person.
I am not a good person.
Because God never answered my prayers.
YOU ARE READING
These poems mean nothing.
PoetryThese are just the poems you found in the attic. You think they were from the old owners daughter. Its in a plastic folder labeled "These poems mean nothing." So you open the folder to find out what 'nothing' really means.
