A poem about God and his "Gift" to mankind of Love.
|Love seems to come into my life,
and leave by ripping it apart.
Love seems to be like a string,
dangled in front of a cat,
only to be yanked away again,
seemingly like some bad joke that replays itself without end.
Love is the most elusive thing
in this universe,
for once you find it,
and try to hold it,
it becomes a mist, unable to be grasped.
Love seems, to me, to be God's greatest joke,
One that brings about the hardest laughter
from this supposed Loving God,
yet brings so much pain from the ones it affects.
Is God love?
I have lost my faith,
my belief in the love of a higher power,
my faith that He has our best interests in mind.
Love, he claims, is his reason for doing anything.
Love, he claims, is the ultimate meaning and reason for His actions.
Love, He claims, is his greatest gift.
Yet I will truly argue that these points are false hopes,
untruths, lies, and more painfully games to be played by a child who calls himself a God.
It was I who was the unwilling recipient of such pains,
and aches caused by this false gift called love.
It was I who hurts,
It was I who sits by and watches all my dreams materialize for others,
while having nothing for myself.
So I say, stop.
Go try your little games on others and leave me and my heart alone.
Leave me in this darkness I am in and bother me no more.