Till everything falls apart: His Hatred

I believed
in the good and the bad times,
spent countless nights
praying to you,
because death was the cruelest thing
that you could bring home to.

Then, one night it all began,
and my heart screamed like a howling lion.
You took away
what was most valuable to me,
and it was all over for me.

I tried to find my heart,
but it was on the floor,
torn apart.
I was that you despised,
and that dreadful night,
became my life.

My presence
was left meaningless
by your blessing,
and I didn’t even know
how to deal with the suffering.

Left alone,
a life of ruth,
I’ve burned
to find the truth.

I have been to hell
if you’re listening,
just answer me,
why always it has to be me?

My prayers
never fall on your ears,
I try to push my limits,
but can’t find the peace here.

I know
you don’t want me anymore,
because I am just a dirt
to be swept on your floor.
You hate me,
and smile on these scars,
the faith I gave up,
to see everything fall apart.

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Synopsis: A poem about belief in God, misery, and emotions of a person when a loved one passes away. It showcases the broken faith post a traumatic event.