Argued With God Poem by Christopher Cariad

Argued With God

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It’s 4am and a fight has been unleashed.
God and me in the room,
Such a volatile feud.
He always stands there in silence,
against these bullets I hurtle.
STILL, will I wake in the morning
to be asked, “what happened to you? ”
“Argued with God, ” I say.
“God won.”

Monday, August 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
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