Your God is nailed to a plank,
where is the freedom in that?
mine is a wandering whisper
that walks through the woods,
free of your phantom fears.
It forms itself in the white space
them hairline cracks
between lines of dusty pews;
once when words were once offered to your God
have become echoes on the cobwebs,
that barely support the remaining pillars
in His church.
Little do you realise
that a life chained to rigidity
has crumbled your abbeys, dissolved your monasteries—
can your God exist in dead churches?
Thomas is a third-year English and Creative Writing student with an interest in all things poetry. Outside of his studies, Tom spends his time writing posts for his blog and Instagram poetry account (@_3lectrify_), whilst helping to make Man Met’s Poetry Society a great part of MMU–as the society’s Vice-Chair and Treasurer. Though he writes about anything and everything that takes his fancy, Tom has a penchant for writing compelling works about nature and mythology.
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