D.V. Blues

If light could shine through the banisters
of a broken home and alight the face
of the child hidden away in the corner
maybe there is a God? But why doesn't he
quiet the fighting, screaming, and shouting
that echo through the halls and shake the walls?
Why doesn't he deafen the ears of the child
so the arms they hold up against their ear
don't tire from hanging in the wind? Or perhaps
there is no god, or if there is, he
is not the light shining in but the eye
peeking through the broken banisters
and enjoying the terrible show.

Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2022-07-14 at 17:22

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urban duck The PoetBay support member heart!
there is only silence when it comes to God don't you think?

Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
Right on! I've expressed the same sentiments in a few texts, and I feel exactly the same. And you know, the immaculate conception was invented by some male chauvinist pig with a sex problem way back then - which Christians even nowadays take for a fact! Phew!

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
The poem is sharp, hard, real, and entirely commendable as a poem. I echo the praises of previous commenters: good work.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Questions without answers. Very good poem, Sameen, the pitiable child imagery is poignantly real, and relatable. Whether it is God or the State, something is lacking, perhaps humanity.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Good questions. Good poem.