*Possibly ongoing.
"Dear God,
Please show me what it is that blinds me so clearly,
Makes me doubt there is anyone out there who hears me,
And why I have difficulty believing the air I'm breathing is still pure and fresh
And not infected by the musk of souls gone and passed.
When every step I take kicks up the dust of my past and chips away my granite foundation I ask,
What exactly am I filling my lungs with?"
Self realization...
So as I sit and conjure purple tinted perversions of my versions' story on what used to be a pine tree,
I'm set upon by an apparition negligent of the aversion to my apathy.
She appears to me as a raging fire burning bush churning out the stares of a million eyes glaring from the sockets of one.
In such a shudder I stutter and stumble to find the prayers of when I was younger,
But there were none.
And the instant she appeared was the instant she was gone.
I wasn't even done beginning to start to think of what I wanted to say...
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