It is not a good morning. I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I am screaming but no sound is coming out. No tears left to shed. A pit in my stomach that grows and grows as a necrotic tumor, rotting me from the inside out, and yet, it is still worse for others. I am not the focus. I am an optimist. This week has tested my resolve moreso than anything I have ever experienced before. Destroyed me more than anything I have ever before experienced before. I am broken and yet… It is worse for others. How might this be allowed to happen? An unjust God that allows his children to suffer and die. An unjust God whose injustice I will spend my life and afterlife righting, no matter the cost.
Clouds on a Clear Day
Grey skies
Here forever lies
The great beyond’s luminant violescence
Calling from the fold
No one’s picking up,
That’s my hand to hold
A pair of porcelain pillars
Reaching for the sky
Everything you said and did
It was all a lie
The light has faded
Replaced by the Other
The Outsider
One you do not recognize
Everything is wrong
A cross between the pillars
A call with no answer
Danger in the throng
Divinity failing
Lord God, a failure
This is all your fault
Guard your door with salt
Not very nice.
I don’t knock twice.
Poems by Sam 
The Good cannot exist without the Bad. All we can do is be the change we want to see and treat others the way we want them to us and others. Humans are good at love and creation, but boy, we seem better at war and destruction.
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