Brian’sPoems

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Becoming a corpse,
broken into my constituent parts,
then scattered on the breeze,
may be much easier
than becoming the man
God intends me to be.

I am pained and suffering
because I don’t see this world
as it truly and wonderfully is,
but rather as I believe it should be.
Thus lies the cause of our riff,
the one between my Creator and me.

The distance around a circle
is the same from any starting point.
I orbit our sun no faster
nor slower than anyone else.
Still, I’ll be glad to get out of your way
if you think you can go more quickly.
I tried doing that,
then one day woke up
in the very same place I began.