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 Dec 2020 Chris West
Cobear
Dear God
 Dec 2020 Chris West
Cobear
Dear God,
I'm sorry I don't believe
I really want to
That feeling of comfort
That feeling of relief
Believing that things will be ok
Even when everything is burning around you
I've been burning for some time now
With no answers from above
And a flood of calls from below
I'm sorry I don't believe
But how could I
I've been agnostic ever since high school. Religion is something that I always saw people use as a crutch for tough situations. It makes me wish I was religious at times. When my best friend had died I had the honor of being the paul bearer at his funeral. The funeral was very catholic (even though he wasn't religious). Everyone was talking about how he was in a better place within heaven. The reason I took his death so hard is because I wasn't able to have this sort of comfort. I truly believe that I will never see him again. It would be nice to believe.
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 Dec 2020 Chris West
Zara rain
From you I only ask for two things.
To be the first to touch your heart and the last to hold it.
Doors to my future past.
 Sep 2020 Chris West
Megan H
Poetess
 Sep 2020 Chris West
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all

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