A poem on everything: A poem 

What is everything? 

God in a nutshell of religion 

The promise of salvation 

A belief in the overwhelming din 

I look at myself in the mirror 

at the atrophy, in horror 

And I think I’m losing everything 

But does matter matter? 

Yet, I want to feel confident there is a promise beyond matter 

The truth through the darkness 

For light was a subterfuge, a rebellion 

Everything seen was deceit 

I write this poem on a blank page 

Like as if its vacuousness was everything 

Before I fill it with words to render it incomplete 

Was that God’s folly too?  

So, can we blame God for everything? 

For all our suffering? 

In the finiteness of existence,

everything could be the culture of perseverance 

Is God the universe? 

Yet, the universe may have an Oort cloud 

And another universe 

banging on its doors aloud 

Like we have boundaries to everything 

And we are also confined to walls 

of wanting more 

not thinking it’s an eye sore 

We love to believe free will is everything 

But is it the everything of freedom? 

What prevails in the kingdom, 

predetermined or random? 

If only wisdom was everything 

And it came before experience 

Or did we fail the purity of animal instinct 

By having knowledge in our vision? 

Do we lose everything with failure? 

Or do we lose purpose with completion? 

How did God possibly feel? 

Did he feel even keel? 

 Or, like I think this poem is everything 

when I am in the confines of it 

Until I turn the page on it 

and let it become a forgotten idea