after a dose of His word, everything else feels lesser.

like plastic or weightless.

it feels frail and meaningless and my interest in it lasts long enough for me to pick it up then toss it down.

but it isn't entirely eye opening.

because i knew it all along.

i knew it was shallow and yet i bathed in it.

i knew it wasn't filling and yet i ate it all up and swallowed it whole.

and so i feel lesser. 


but more like paper.

and i'm knocked over and swept about.

and i just lie there.

no thoughts.

no meaning.

just a piece of paper.


this is called guilt.

This poem is about: 


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