A poem written on impulse at four am.

i am a fallacy

i am the reason

by which logic fails

however

i do not mean

to implicate myself

as the cause

of this effect

because

like the  spider

that spins

and spins

and                      spins

i only create a thread

of silken conversation

with no end

i am endless

i am of an infinite nature

and

i have no reason to stop

so i don’t

like a mystery film

with an unknown killer

and a  tendency to find innocent victims

dismembered

in the garage

or the basement

or the walk in freezer

i require  evidence

for an arrest

i require a cessation

i need

the anger

the shouting

the killing

to stop

i just want everyone to get along

i just want everyone to be happy

i just want everyone to talk this out

and

i just want everyone to listen now

but it’s  hard

to care

to psychologically invest myself

in the well being of others

and it gets harder

as time goes on

to even give a damn

whether all the damned

people

get it as well as i do

as i find myself wondering

if i really do get it

i find myself jumping

into a quicksand of faith

in which

i am the fallacy

i am the reason

to continue arguing

although real argument is more civil

and what i really meant was

i am the reason that there is an argument

i am the one who is willing to say

that religion is danger

hidden in dogma

which should be discouraged

and regarded as ridiculous

based on its claims

and acknowledged

as the slavery

of our generation

the thing  that we will struggle to abolish

based on how aggressively

it encourages an apathy

which we will never be able  to justify

to our children’s children

but i am the voice that is shouting

not i

i am the reason

for your apologetics

and i am proud to say

that i am winning

our massive little war

because from the start

your apologies have been accepted

and subsequently dismissed

as just apologies

not excuses

yet my victory

gives me no joy

in its realization

for i  am forced to realize

that i am a fallacy

and i am forced to admit

that I am the reason

that I am an atheist

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  • Teves on Oct 27, 2009

    Nice poem…

  • Darla Cooke on Oct 27, 2009

    Interesting poem.

  • alc on Oct 27, 2009

    Different but I enjoyed the read!

  • Petalm on Oct 27, 2009

    You are a real poet, if you are not in print ( a book) you should be, all your poetry is original and gripping.

  • Sourav on Oct 27, 2009

    Nice write!

  • cebuanaeyez on Oct 27, 2009

    I respect your honesty in this poem

  • wonder on Oct 28, 2009

    How much I liked it ! Every thought and word.

  • papaleng on Oct 29, 2009

    beautiful and vivid thoughts shared.

  • libby clark on Mar 15, 2010

    This is very good Kris. It makes one think….if a being puts trust or faith in anyone but one\’s self, there is huge risk. But to live in a world of many where interaction is necessary to survival….one (for one\’s own sanity & pleasure ) must have at least a little faith…at the risk of discord…hence we have god, political parties (not politicians), doctors, lawyers, automobile companies, food preparers…the list goes on. The search continues for utopiaian society. In my old age, I am still FILLED with HOPE…for our children and the future…keep searching

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