Father/Son Conversation

Why the hell do I still write verses, When the scripture is the only words hurting, An abundance of of poems of stories just like mine But never will you find an artist who performs gospel on primetime This ain't a poem about hyper-religiousness At times, my view is post sac-religiousness Still believe Like the fairy tales we read When we were younger, realest friends we had were make believe Momma always told me God is more than visible Matter-of-factly, to the world, he's indispensable Its funny that the most I pray is over supper When I try to kneel before him, all I let loose is a stutter Of the thoughts that that I'm thinking when I think that I am thinking Lord I never really knew How to speak with someone closely, when they're absent in my view Or how to love you when my arms just wrap around the air I fume Because nobody stands before me, hope you understand this mood Although, Heard you forgive before we ask of you So why do people go to hell if you're so loving dude Oh, I see, Only welcome those who welcome you I guess thats why I hate my father, though I'm not supposed to Take it out on mom, see She's the closest to apparent, Of the pain you left inside me, that's so clearly that she understands, Just need one conversation with him lord I plead of thee and my devotion of you is eternity To make sense out of the way a man can easily make a child, Yet walk away as if I have been buried in the ground, 6 feet