God's Hidden Child
The pierce never heard, humanity extracted from its wound.
The necessitude of survival dulling the periphery.
Taking refuge in the Mother and Fathers creation, open here, searching.
Watching Mother's world from my sanctuary with great apprehension.
Recording it's workings, trying to make sense of its beastly mannerisms.
I immerse fingertips from sanctuary to feel pull of mass. The double slit sees me.
I am scared and alone in this place. Mother's father's wound still reverberates.
I stay in my Father's vestibule abscent key to release.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
