This was written with a song as an inspiration.
I beg to the gods
of this church where
all men pray of admiration
I ate from the holy bread
where all men bit from
I drank from the chalice
where all men drank from
but all for naught were my deeds
for even before the gods
do what they exist for —
— all men already judged me
hence, to fit in, to fit in
that which all men sought
— a sense of belonging
I ask to the gods
I sing all the praises
I bend down on my knees
I clasp my hands
I pray with all my heart
but all men still pry
into my ways of living
and heard my pleas
that are only for the
almighty to give ear to
"please deliver me from evil"
but delivered was I to them
— to all men
and all the scars
I have forcefully
hidden inside me
escaped and bode frailty
for all of them to see
reflected in their eyes
was a man of sins
when all I did was to make
an impression of them
I am sinful and so they are
but only I was drowned
in loneliness, disdain
and vulnerability
drawn out from their mouths
gargled in holy waters
but I wonder
why the pain
from their spits
does not hurt anymore
is it because
they all still pray
and the same gods,
we share?
that is when
I finally realise –
a sense of belonging
or a sense of myself
— neither matters
in the world of the blinds
hence, invisible or not
I do not care anymore
when from the start
life has always been unfair
but I still pray
I still pray to the gods
for the ones who already left
for the ones who still stay.
Poetry by Rin
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Written on 2020-02-18 at 23:59
Tags Life  Death  Acceptance 
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All Men Pray
A sense of myselfI beg to the gods
of this church where
all men pray of admiration
I ate from the holy bread
where all men bit from
I drank from the chalice
where all men drank from
but all for naught were my deeds
for even before the gods
do what they exist for —
— all men already judged me
hence, to fit in, to fit in
that which all men sought
— a sense of belonging
I ask to the gods
I sing all the praises
I bend down on my knees
I clasp my hands
I pray with all my heart
but all men still pry
into my ways of living
and heard my pleas
that are only for the
almighty to give ear to
"please deliver me from evil"
but delivered was I to them
— to all men
and all the scars
I have forcefully
hidden inside me
escaped and bode frailty
for all of them to see
reflected in their eyes
was a man of sins
when all I did was to make
an impression of them
I am sinful and so they are
but only I was drowned
in loneliness, disdain
and vulnerability
drawn out from their mouths
gargled in holy waters
but I wonder
why the pain
from their spits
does not hurt anymore
is it because
they all still pray
and the same gods,
we share?
that is when
I finally realise –
a sense of belonging
or a sense of myself
— neither matters
in the world of the blinds
hence, invisible or not
I do not care anymore
when from the start
life has always been unfair
but I still pray
I still pray to the gods
for the ones who already left
for the ones who still stay.
Poetry by Rin
Read 596 times
Written on 2020-02-18 at 23:59
Tags Life  Death  Acceptance 
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