Good Friday

where is my guardian angel?
turn my head to the left, to the right
both shoulders empty

i collapse on the floor
i scream out to this universe
i reach out to god


i witness the sun rise
the soft penetration of it's photons
sooths me
but i know
it kills me

This is the twenty first century
Why do I feel this way?
Pulled back
To nothing
Blocked out
By everything
I just try, every day
To do something
Just to be stopped
By everyone



Did you also get rotten eggs from the Vatican ?