Divine

 

 

            You couldn’t help yourself,

You just had to have a look,

A sneak preview of a boy without trouble,

A double and take of his life.

 

 

            He scared you!

Taking each shame that you threw

Like balls to a skittle still,

He never went kilter, or keeled

Under pressure, he never ventured

Your lie for his truth.

 

 

            So you fucked with all temper

And mite you could muster,

Took his children to whipping –

A sanity tipping,

            Raped without passion

His family in Standing and ashen,

Raised house to the ground in false blame.  

 

 

            Now he waits for his death!

Knowing his life here on Earth

Has never been his,

And he knows of the ‘Rot’ you now face,

He looks saddened and grey,

So forlorn without fears,

            Desperate of suicide tears.

 

 

            For he knows the world he rejected,

In turn, denies he your acceptance,

(A thin excuse of existence all over again),

            And though his heart for his family,

            Is battered to this, his death,

He’ll never again walk the future with grace, 

Or talk out of line,

Or ever again believe that God,

  is Divine.

 

 

 

Michael J Waite 23^rd October 2009.