POETRY

God Is Dead

If there ever were one

Arundhati
Of Poetry and People
May 12, 2021

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God is dead
if there ever were one.

singing sweet and mourning bitter,
morning, nights, and depths despised
in symbols and rings and temples and stones
nothing but painted soulless eyes stare back,
join hands for prayers no one, but you hear,
closed eyes, wretched hearts, and selfish morals,
here we lay our heads and

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Arundhati
Of Poetry and People

I write because i’m aware of the power words have. I use mine to tell stories, occasionally rant on social issues and turn my life and self into poetry.