Poem-A-Day: Day 227

The Power of the Glow

gold wisps flicker in the lack of light
and the silence is overshadowed
by the roar of the only glow near
blemishes everywhere
and they seem normal
but it’s abnormally so
and the world doesn’t seem to notice
let alone care that anything hasn’t
never mind never will
so forget and forget
because there is no forgiving
only the act of penance
in an atheist world
where god is nothing more
than a sweaty bottle
crying for humanity’s weakness.