A petulant child
Asking about nuclear reactors
And relationships
I’m screaming into a void
Who is all-knowing.

I’m tearing out my hairs
And tearing up
In frustrations
At my connections
With an alpha and omega
Which have slowly become more static.

Oh, God-of-the-gaps
How poorly you fit
Even into my metaphors

An elegant universe
Devoid of grace
Conceived without thought or sin.

With a bang
We begin
And with banal doubting
We reach
Our ends.

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1 Response to Doubt

  1. We. See Hope says:

    Thanks for sharing this. An interesting poem… Thanks.


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