That’s all there is
Yes, I know the grammars bad.
I don’t really care, I’m free.
I don’t write poetry to please my English teacher.
I write it because it’s inside of me, and wants out.
I’ve never obeyed the rules, designed by men.
Those words that keep us in line, like sheep to the shearer.
I don’t want to submit to your culture. It’s insane.
So I’m hated and locked in a cage.
And it’s fine. It’s a blessing. It’s just me and God.
I’ve spent years locked in little rooms.
Whether real, or just places in my own mind.
And it was where I learned to be me.
Where I met God, and He spent time with me.
I found that He was all I need. Not a sick society.
Alone with God, is the place to be.
Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger.
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