But the cool caress of a rainy day
takes me away from a bad day

to whom it may concern
up above the sky
beyond the human eye

i ask pardon for i have sinned
and guidance for i had
lost my soul and blood

but ******* it who am i
to be so selfish and greedy
asking from the almighty

how about the children
who starve to get to heaven
and pain is the fate woven

how about the innocent
who dreams amidst the nightmare
of chokers who do not care

how about the people
with pieces of hopes scatter
on the edge about to shatter

how about the toddlers
who were never happy nor sad
nor ignorant of god

to whom it may concern
pardon me first, you shall not
bless me first, you must not

for as blue as my problems seem
thou shall firstly elevate
those with purple bruises in their fate

can't you tell me why
after a weekend of butterflies
in our stomach

you decided that your
anchor on this irrelevant
ocean floor has not

found its ship back yet?

can you tell me that
the real reason was my
immaturity?

ignorance? inexperience?

would you think
about giving a try
to do it again

?

because if so i
would gladly grow up
and stop writing you poems

and start confronting

responsibility.