Sonnet

I’ve been following you since this morning,
As I woke into this huge bed of dirt,
And walked in God’s filthy mandate weeping,
At times hovered over the weak of earth.
I stepped firmly the sand that prowled that’s you,
and laughed with no thought of you being near,
I danced freely round the pale black of hues,
For there’s no taste to drink of faith-filled fears.
I rolled over and over those non sense,
As you looked on drooling with a starved knife,
with empty threats and your non existence,
made you look as cheap as this very life.
I ask you please show me that you exist,
Now that I stand before your dreaded place,
For that non sense where my morning ceased,
Ends the night I would sleep in your embrace.