I BURIED GOD

I prayed until my voice was gone,

Still the silence carried on.

I held my faith with bleeding hands,

And watched it fall like grains of sand.

I called your name—

YOU NEVER CAME.

Every “amen” left a scar,

Every answer felt too far.

I kept reaching through the dark,

Till every prayer became a mark.

If you were listening,

Why was I alone?

If this was mercy,

Why did it feel like stone?

I buried God

Where my hope had been,

Under every wound,

Underneath my skin.

I buried God

With every prayer I lost,

I gave you everything—

And silence was the cost.

NO HALO.

NO ANSWER.

NO HAND REACHING BACK.

You watched the fire take my bones,

Left me freezing on my own.

I kept waiting for a sign...

UNTIL I RAN OUT OF TIME.

I believed.

I begged.

I broke.

AND HEAVEN

NEVER SPOKE.

NO ANSWER.

NO SAVIOR.

NO MERCY.

I.

BURIED.

GOD.

Maybe heaven never knew my name,

Maybe I was praying to an empty frame.

I held the light until it burned,

Then watched it die and never return.

Never return...

NEVER RETURN.

I buried God

Where my hope had been,

Under every wound,

Underneath my skin.

I buried God,

I buried faith,

And every part of me

That waited to be saved.

If you were there...

YOU LET ME FALL.

IF YOU HEARD ME—

YOU SAID

NOTHING

AT ALL.

And if he wants me now...

HE KNOWS.

WHERE.

TO.

DIG.

I stopped praying

when heaven stopped listening.