THE GOOD BOOK SAID

I tried to live my life

Like the Good Book said,

But the Good Book is missing some pages

And stained red

With my blood,

And soaked in tears

That I tried to hide;

Kept inside for years.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem expreses how hard it is to keep faith in a faithless world.

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