God
I think
You left me,
And I feel lost
Like a child whose mom left him at Walmart.
You'll come back, apologetic, and say,
"I didn't mean
To leave you--
Trust me,
Please."
And
Of course,
I will since
I know it's not
Like that at all, and you don't leave me, God.
Not on purpose, or on accident; No:
You are the God
Who stands with
The lost
Ones.
And
I know
I will stand
With you, always,
Like a child whose father will fight for him.
postscript
Tetractys for DFC day 29. This form is a complete thought in 20 syllables, broken up over lines one 1,2,3,4,10 syllables. There is no limit to the number of stanzas. [link]