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Not you, Just Them
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Dedicated to the people talked about in this poem. I thought this up in the shower, thinking about why I haven't died yet. It sounded more like a coumtry song in my head. I hate the rhyme scheme.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Supernatural - Words: 591 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-06-05 - id: 2042690
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Not you, Just Them

By Unity-Girl

Sometimes I wonder to myself:

Why did I wake up with the sun?

Why wasn't last night my last one?

Would it even matter if I died?

Then I see him and I know why.


He wraps his arms around me

Tells me he can't live without me

That I mean the world to him

So I need to live for him


Life is hard, it isn't fair

Most times it's more then I can bear

Do You even notice?

Are You even there?


If blood spills and its mine

Would it be any real crime?

Would You even care?

…If Your even there.


Sometimes I wonder to myself:

Why did I wake up with the sun?

Why wasn't last night my last one?

Would it even matter if I died?

Then I hear her and I know why.


She cries at my insecurity

She couldn't live without me

No one but me can really understand her

So the reason I'm still standing is her


When it hits him and her and the crowd

I start screaming out loud

Did You notice that they've passed on?

Are You even there to guide them along in the next life?


If I died of my own shame

Would I be the one to blame?

Would You even care?

…If Your even there.


Sometimes I wonder to myself:

Why did I wake up with the sun?

Why wasn't last night my last one?

Would it even matter if I died?

Then I watch him and I know why.


He scrunches up his childlike face

And screams into my embrace

No one needs me more then him

So I need to stay alive just for him


How can You even be there?

Do You feel too high and mighty way up there

To help the children they say You created

I feel baited…


When children cry out to You

When children die in vain for You

Do You even care?

…If Your even there.


Sometimes I wonder to myself:

Why did I wake up with the sun?

Why wasn't last night my last one?

Would it even matter if I died?

Then I meet them and I know why.


They beg for Your appearance

They ask for your interference

If You won't help them then I will

It is through them I find my will.


People say you say it's all Your plan

That I don't see the big picture

People don't know if you have a plan

And I don't see You in my big picture


You won't clothe the naked

You won't feed the hungry

And You won't stop the bleeding

But I can


I'm alive for the world because they need me

I'll help them because they saved me

I'm here because they answered me

But You never gave a damn for me

Though even if You did

Don't forgive me, I'm not a kid


I won't waste my life on You.

I'm going to save them


Now I know:

Why did I wake up with the sun.

Why wasn't last night my last one.

Would it even matter if I died.

It wasn't because of You…just them


…And I might as well enjoy myself

If I stay alive in spite of self

And not live everyday for you

But each and every single one of them.

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