I Believe Poem by William F Glennon

I Believe



Does my soul exist?
Has darkness made me a non-moralist?

Did god lose track of my soul?
Does god truly play this role?

I've pondered this question all my life.
I've lived my life at my own discretion.

The wounds I inflicted will leave scars.
I'll leave god to judge. This will be my
own penance to acknowledge.

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