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Nov 2015
I have a message
For the architect
Of This Matrix

I find this simulation
Dull, Boring, meaningless

I prayed to the Savior
The One who is
Is the Sacrifice
For our sins

He would not
Fix my shoulder
That's fine

I'm not complaining
Alot of people have it worse

I want companionship
And a female friend

I want my prayers answered
And I am making demands

But they probably won't be
The creator is just
A clockmaker

He designed the program
And watches it run

I understand
I don't pray to HIm
Anyhow

I pray to Jesus
Jesus knows what
It is like to suffer

In the human form

The trinity
Is a confusing concept
To the most erudite
Of Biblical scholars

In a year or so
I bet we will be at war
With Russia

America will collapse
And be in ruins

No future here

No country clubs
No vacations

American dreams shattered

And can you see
The starving masses

It will be
The third world
America

Food and gas being rationed

Human history
Is full of pain
And loss
And struggle

The period
Of prosperity
In this country

Has been coming
To an end
For quite some time now

Underground bunkers
Drones

It won't be
"A nice time"
Like mom always says

I'll just go sit
Under a tree

Happy to sit there
Alone
Like always

My prayer unanswered
My female friend
Never came

Maybe digging into
The ground
For little grubs

Mmmm protein
All the canned foods
Will run out
At a certain point

Maybe they have some stored
At the monastery

I grow tired
I grow weary
Of human life

I want a new experience
One time just to have
A conversation with
A caring woman

I'd like for my shoulder
To improve a bit more

Besides that I'm fairly content

Another Night

ALONE
Matt
Written by
Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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