Where does your God go,
When you need him the most.
Does he hide in the clouds?
Or reach out and come close?
How can you feel him?
When your so full of hurt.
And everything you love is gone.
Does you God come and hold you?
Does he says it'll be ok?
Or do you pray to the air?
And realize no one is their?
belief is the base of denial, and life is like a chess game each peg you shift affects the balance just got to stay focus and keep the hope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no god. The faster this is accepted, the faster humanity can look forward, and away from a past once ruled by some man lost in a book. Great poem, for what it's worth I agree with a lot of what I believe you are saying.