I used to talk to myself
and ask a lot of questions
but my answers made no sense
so now I talk to Him.
He never answers me
but His actions are a bullhorn
I’ve heard blast for many years.
A fool, I never listened.
When I was young and full of it
most of my friends got in trouble.
His bullhorn always warned me
and the cops never caught me.
I don’t care if He never talks
to me the way He talks
to saints and mystics.
A fool, I will always need
to hear His bullhorn blast
its Code Blue warnings.
I was young and full of it.
A fool, I never listened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all didn't listen when we were young, I didn't. But now nobody listens to me. It seems like a vicious circle. Your poem is quite true. Good ink.