The god botherer’s Reasonable Doubts

I’m sat here, a thinking skeleton
desperate for a drip of direct attention
but not enough to mention
to the stars out there behind the sunlight
to the dreams I forget every midnight
to the delight I get out of a good ass fight
Still I sit here clearly satisfied
thinking about all the times I’ve nearly died
dry from the tears I was born to have cried
attached to the blues and the reds
wishing somebody heard what I said
but taking different chances instead
like can I be at peace with me
can I love me sustainably
sat here atop my bag of bones healing

we finna see…

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