Preacher Man Poem by Edward W. Cousins

I shouldn't have been in this world you created,
in this place of decadence and annihilation...
Is that all you got god?
I`ve been through alot worse.
Death.
Life.
Suicide.
I can take it.
I`ve been on the side of a road
looking headfirst into
a mack truck.
Roaring down the highway.
I thought id kiss the front bumper.
But i let it pass anyway.
This day a man stopped
to give me a ride, he was a preacher, no lie.
I couldn't talk to him, but to say thanks for the ride.
I would have broken down from the inside.
He looked at me like he new my whole life.
He looked right through me.
And said, if i ever needed a place to rest my head,
i could go to his church.
I never did.
But i did thank him for the ride.
I think he saved my life.
Maybe i didn't kiss that truck because
i knew he was coming down the road soon.
Maybe he was angel, maybe so.
I think if you took my life today,
no matter how afraid i would be,
or have been.
I would say that.
I have felt love.
I have felt pain.Really god?
What else is there? Love? Pain?
Its all the same?
I would have to question that even to myself.
Because pain feels allot worse than love.
Its the same feeling of butterflies in your stomach though.
I reckon the only difference is, one
you want to kiss a mack truck!
The other you thank a preacher for a ride.
And then hope for the best in life.