The weight of things

Becomes heavier as I do.

There was a time,

Not long ago,

That I could bare the weight no more.

When a bite passed my lips

My fingers soon followed

Down, down,

Further, further,

Up comes the weight

But somehow I feel heavier.

Before, they were

Imaginary friends

But now I know

They are the Devil's pets.

Oh, so cleverly they wear

My secrets and regrets

In shiny silver lockets

Around their scrawny necks.

We worshipped every Sunday, with Mom and Dad, we were so good. We knew our stories (myths?), our verses and our fables. We were young, we were bright. We were full of hope.

How is it that the church turned you into an atheist and me into a cynic?

We heard whispers, we were glared upon. We didn't know there was a dress code in God's house. We didn't know there was a guest list in God's house. We learned quickly.

We grew older and wiser, our innocence vanished and you said to me, "No God I've heard of would allow this hell on Earth," your voice chilly and angry. I finished my drink, I laid my head down to sleep knowing you were right.

I've been alone ever since.