Waiting and moving on

[luna_virgo]

Waiting For Rain

In the dark downslope
of the month I brood
moody and swollen like
a storm cloud, cramps
thudding through me like thunder.
I wait for release,
for the floodgates to open
and the tension to be
flushed away.



To The God Of My Childhood

I cannot say
that You don't exist.
Your delusions are
shared by too many.
They make You real.
What I can say,
finally and definitely,
is No. No more.
Take Your sad pettiness,
Your destructive jealousy,
Your hatred of all
that is joyful in life,
and leave me in peace.
You and all that
Your followers stand for
disgust me.
I am shaking
Your dust
from my feet.