I am not mad at God

I simply am

Unsure what else could possibly be done

That has not been done ?

And whereas

They look at you like you’re beneath them


Unheard and unseen

And whereas

The odds are bet against you

And you are fading



Another breakdown

Before the storm

Another shutdown

Another hick town

Another resolution

Just before sunset


Another tough decision

No more food

Not even a pension

Whereas God

Do you ever think about us ?

Do you ever come through

We are just dust

And we fooled ourselves thinking we were more

And our strength is fading


All we have is less

And this empty room

Without enough language

For the pain

And the muscles broken and wore


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