Their prayers call out

shouting to a false god,

a deity made of silicone and lies.

Their lungs ache,

their throats grow hoarse, but they will not--

cannot be silenced.

Even when they know their hopes go to nothing but

shattered glass soaked in spoiled gasoline,

coating the tops of wispy clouds.


I refuse to be fooled by these gods of lies,

I stand against the falsities and deceit.

I am led by myself and morality alone,

not by the rules of an age-old tome of manpulation.

My whole past has been broken

doused in ruin

by these false gods.

I will not let them break me any further. 

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741