Questioning God

your loss
grips my lungs
tightly,
it feels wrong
breathing without you,
living without you
feels odd,
life is blasphemy.

wishes are crucified,
wet dreams hung out to dry,
your death buries me
with no name to deify,
you left me naked
as a newborn child,
with my love a pious angel
questioning God.

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