Atheist Poem by Abby Sze

Once believed in God,
Thought this world is kind of nice:
Like the nature,
How breeze soothing the cheek,
Flowers blossoming in various ways,
Old oak trees standing still
For thousands of year.

Used to pray,
Said same prayer everynight,
Was hopeful and did believe,
There will be change
If patient
Enough.

Ten years are gone,
And fifteen is coming.
Thinking there should be
At least
Getting a littlebit better.
But the truth
Is cruel,
That thing is
Worsening.

Then give up,
Proved by own experience:
For whatever Gods might be,
there are none.

Was told people who believed
In God
Are those
Who are weak.
For these fifteen years,
Hoping Jesus give out his gentle hand,
Thinking prayer's gonna save me:
Too weak!
Was and am too weak.

Not here to blame 'there is No God blablabla ',
Am blaming myself.
Instead of spending time to pray,
Should have spent time
To think
To act
To make change by own move.

For these fifteen years,
Wasted.
Gonna use thirty years,
Will think
Will act
Will grow up and
Be tough.