I was reflecting on something that happened to me once, and I just started writing what I felt. I ended up with a poem of sorts. So I thought hey, why not make a poetry thread where people can share peotry based on their religious experiences, or otherwise. heart
My Anathema
Devour me in sadness, regurgitated hate.
No matter when you kill me, the moment's always late.
My heart is broken, shattered - the pieces forever lost.
Suffering becomes me, my innocence the cost.
The pain it used to hurt me - I'd cry all through the night.
They said I was the devil, but that doesn't make it right.
God hates you - God hates you! He'll make you burn in hell!
They preach love on tongues of hatred - who are they to tell?
They lied to me, they cheated, all made right because they're saved.
But since I'm not like them, the road for me's already paved.
They stripped me down and cursed me, spitting in my face.
They said I need be humbled, to learn my only place.
Still I stood among them, the accused of aimless fears.
Somehow I still held fast to hope, within my bloody tears.
Accept our Christ, accept him, lest you be undone.
A victim in this holy war, until one side has won.
I stood there helpless wondering if this war was over sides.
Or if it was just people filled and fed up with their pride.
No matter what I asked them, no matter what I said,
the message of my words was as silent as the dead.
They released me on a promise, and one I had to break.
To them I bowed, accepting Christ, but my words were only fake.
I rebuked him, I rebuked them, as soon as I was free.
I ran away to the hills and cities as far as I could see.
Aside from then, till now this day, I'm honest even still.
But honesty for them just won't suffice and never will.
There is but one will they say, and that will alone is God's.
Anything else for better or worse is just a victim against the odds.
