<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=562053" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lonely God Behind My Eyes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a lonely God behind my eyes<br>Who still cries for you who are so far<br>Away, like a lost child forgotten who she is, <br>Her identity soothed away by time<br>So she becomes someone else’s child, <br>Though my God remembers how she played<br>Before him once or twice in the early days<br>Before the world was fully formed—<br>There is a lonely God behind my eyes<br>Who screams at things because you can not <br>Hear him, who hates everything he sees<br>And wanders far up into the glacial lakes<br>Of my cranium where he sits on a nameless<br>Stone and cries your name, the word <br>That would set him free if he saw you dressed<br>In the fine syllables your parents christened <br>You with. There is a lonely God behind<br>My eyes who has tried to commit suicide <br>Just because he no longer believed he existed, <br>Because he knows not a thing to be true<br>Except that you have walked away, like a<br>Ghost shed of identity, so now you float down<br>The roads and caress nameless men thoughtlessly, <br>Forever and ever forgetting how your love<br>Was the fulcrum for this creation, how <br>Everything began to bloom as you opened<br>Your eyes. There is a lonely God behind my<br>Eyes who still cries for you who holds the<br>Key, who has forgotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=562053" data-title="Lonely God Behind My Eyes de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="There is a lonely God behind my eyes Who still cries for you who are so far Away, like a lost child forgotten who she is, Her identity soothed away by time So she becomes someone else’s child, Though my God remembers how she played Before him ..."></div> </div> </div>

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