GOD
- Dark Poets Club
- 11 hours ago
- 1 min read
By Yucheng Tao
No great bell awakens.
Lost myself in the dark,
I still search for that
promised land
but it remains invisible.
Perhaps that is
God’s cruelest joke:
casting me adrift
outside the narrow door.
To enter,
if I receive grace
To leave,
still adrift, like driftwood.