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Am I God to You?
I do not know why life fell out as it did
I imagine a painting of vibrant yellow and blue
Now filthy, ruined, smeared over
By the hands that created it
I find that most tragic
I have no reason to keep it
I can’t say why good things leave us
At innopportune times
But I’ve noticed how the loveliest of flowers wilt first
Had I never thought to cherish their bloom
A precious moment would’ve been overlooked
Don’t treat me like I control these things
I don’t call where the wind blows
Or when spring comes
All I am, is a broken soul
Looking for consistency, at least for a while
Enough to live in the moment
With comfort and security
Not dreading another end
To this moment
In time
I imagine a painting of vibrant yellow and blue
Now filthy, ruined, smeared over
By the hands that created it
I find that most tragic
I have no reason to keep it
I can’t say why good things leave us
At innopportune times
But I’ve noticed how the loveliest of flowers wilt first
Had I never thought to cherish their bloom
A precious moment would’ve been overlooked
Don’t treat me like I control these things
I don’t call where the wind blows
Or when spring comes
All I am, is a broken soul
Looking for consistency, at least for a while
Enough to live in the moment
With comfort and security
Not dreading another end
To this moment
In time
Published 22nd Apr 2020
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