Where is God?

Where is God?
She’s blind
And drunk
She does not see us
She is laughing now
At us
Because we sit,
Stupid,
Festering in our own stew
Wasted
Both of us
All of us
Sleepwalkers
Don’t know where we’re going
What we’re doing
How we’re here
What we do to win
When we are waking
Everyone knows her, she wishes she knew nobody
She wishes she could let Atlas carry the weight of the world on HIS shoulders: where it should be

Where is our Master?
So a single plea,
Is not heard?
None had fallen
Not a bird, nor a leaf
Yet
Still…
Our prayers go
Unheard

Where is God?
Crying
Lying on the bed
Listens to the music playing in her head
Opens up the cabinet
Takes some drugs to sleep
Wonders why
It never works
to count the sheep

Where is God?
She’s too far away
Like a paper rally in a hat
She draws a select few to answer prayers to
One in one hundred million
One in a thousand
One in infinity
As far as a star, she must be famous

Where is God?
She is praying
To herself
So that she can too, change
Praying
To change into a bird
And fly far away

Where is God?
She’s painting
Her black face white
And hiding
with her conscience
Under the stairs

Where is God?
Her wheelchair is broken
She cannot move anymore
Lying on the floor
She cannot reach the brass handle on her door

The Father of Our Universe?
Dying of cancer on a cott
Wishing she was everywhere
That she’s not

Where is God?
Out buying drugs
to ease the pain

WHERE IS GOD?
She’s going insane