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i awoke in bed
to a bright light
i closed my eyes
wanting no sight
eating my food
but it didn't stay
i have a hole
created on this day
i went to church
a forked tongue man
i listened and laughed
at God's 'supposed' plan
i lost my job
i'm worthless, too
and guess why
because of the flu
i lost one dear
and close to me
all because of
this day in the week...
what else can i say?
I so dislike this fucking day.
I love this poem. I hate sundays, I hate being told that I have to go to church. What is the point, is he really there. I also feel bad because you were with me that day.
sorry to hear about your brother, my uncle commited suicide a little less than a month after your brother... i know what you're going through.
"i went to church
a forked tongue man
i listened and laughed
at God's 'supposed' plan"
I like that, the forked tongue is evil
sorry about your bro, never went through that myself, so I can only guess at your pain.
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