Dear God
Dear God,
The great all glorious man in the sky
It's me,
you're originally raised catholic girl who's grandparents installed in her your love
I stayed a good girl for a long time, I prayed and I went to church
Then cussing came
And alchohol and sex
I no longer prayed or cared to visit church
I still don't, but someone did
To me he was grandpa
Can he hear me? Sometimes I hope not
Is he ok up there?
is he safe?
Does he konw all I've done?
Look whether you're real or not
I have one request
Tell him I love him
And that he's dearly missed.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (1)
Comments are closed for this poem.