what i wish i could tell them

i can’t name it

by its real name

but i know it well,

as it haunts me

day and

especially night

i wonder, as i wander

the barren ground

all around me,

where is the lord

everyone keeps talking about?

i see the catholic jesus image

hanging above the door

and my eyes cling to this

painting

when everything goes black

and i wake up

wondering

if it was all a dream

there’s too much to tell

and not enough time

but if you woke from that dream

with the most eery feeling

you too would lose your mind