A short poetry collection covering sadness, trust, and religion.

Acidic Rain

It happened slowly

Clock hour hand pulling

Forgetful motion 

Sourly and sickly 

Consuming time and energy 

The sky turned gray 

Battered acidic rain

Evening sunlight felt cold

Distant, disgusting stale water

Run down

Wake up from a nightmare 

Remember what it felt like to taste

To have warmth 

Impenetrable Wall

I should have cried more as a baby 

Screaming and wailing 

But i had to be good 

Had to be strong

Tough

For you and her and him and her 

Because nobody else was

And now that i have to be strong 

Must be tough 

I never wanted to make a scene more 

But no one has ever been tough for me 

I have to be impenetrable 

Windy Whispers

Sunny day and fresh wind 

Sat on the brick stairs with dad

I wasn’t very old, not yet wise by their standards

I asked 

“Do you think the wind

Is God telling us something?”

I knew even then

That this “God” wasn’t there

He didn’t care or love me

My evidence in

He didn’t swat the hands 

(The clawing nails) 

Away from my porcelain skin 

(The begs and pleads)

My dad replied “I don’t know.”

We never spoke of God’s whispers again

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