Fictional Writing

Don’t be silly

This ain’t supposed to make sense

You are never supposed to figure this out alone

This is supposed to be confusing

So confusing to the point that you fall down crying from the headaches

On your knees pleading for answers

Head bowed humbly

Arms outstretched reaching for his feet

Before him

Tired beaten and worn from trying to live life in a way that would have never made sense

That way is confusing and there aren’t answers

Not where you’ve been looking

Go to him

Then it won’t be as confusing

Then it will all make sense

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.