Category Archives: Poetry

The Question

A little dabble in poetry…

The Question

I buried my dad today.

But I didn’t want to listen to the sermon.

If there’s a Heaven, there must be a

Oh, Hell.

I buried my dad today.

And I didn’t want wonder if he made it.

Can bad deeds really be forgiven?

Oh God.

I buried my dad today.

But I stopped listening to the words.

The words, the words.

The threatening peace of salvation.

I buried my dad today

Amid the rain and lightning.

And the what ifs…

I buried my dad today.

I didn’t want to cry,

But I did.

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