A Man’s Best Friend

The sight is the night.

For the light is not right.

I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again.

The darkest hour is before us, unless you tell me your sins.

I’m afraid of your lies.

I’m afraid of your truth.

Why must god ignore us?

And not ignore you?

How can he be so benevolent.

How can he be so exclusive.

My mind wanders sometimes.

What did I do to deserve him?

C.M. Rose