manny lost his limbs in a war
didn’t want to live anymore.
pondered his sad fate constantly
and obsessed about how he’d
take his worthless, wasted life.
decided a bullet to his brain
the perfect expedient solution.
a christian proselytizer knocked
on his apartment door
turned her away
didn’t want to hear
about any religion
even god couldn’t
give him back his legs.
but the knock made
him reassess religion,
made him ponder
god and salvation.
eventually that interlude
saved him from
killing himself and
he found a purpose
in following god and
became a minister
leading other disabled
people to a comforting
faithful religious life
with god as a soothing
friend in times of need.
bob boyd
Author: BobBoyd
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a sole, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more. I like and abide by the saying life's too short to be taken too seriously.
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