Sometimes,

I’m. Brick. Throwing. Mad. At. God.

You see,

rivers chase me 

and there’s no place…

absolutely no place 

to hide 

and where is He to save me huh?

Why?

does He ignore me huh?

as i aimlessly splash

like a seal in a cage with a great white

SHARK

like 

something 

is very wrong with 

me

like all I was ever meant to be 

was fodder for a demon

-But-

as 

I

throw HARD. BRICK.

tantrums

STAMP

my 

feet 

in 

waters 

deep

My splashing turns to swimming … 

So 

about that whole,

-God won’t save me bit-

…what if…

He just did?