Imaginary Friend
She wondered as a childDoes God have a God
He is answerable to?
Maybe the boss of God
Could prevent the slap due
To the frogspawn in the bath.
Yet they didn't save her from her innocence.
As she grew she lost sight
Of her imaginary friend called God.
One day in her teens she became an agnostic.
Realised God should be an atheist at least...
Be all too aware of the effects of organised religion.
Today as she sighs her door into its jamb
She is no lost lamb.
She is angry and aghast
That her imaginary friend of old
Has become so caustically used...
So thoroughly.
So professionally
So unimaginatively
Taken in vain.
She still tries to hear a whisper.
So far there is no sound
She can bear to hear
From her friend imaginary.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2009-01-14 at 03:29
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