Maybe He ignored me as I lay there writhing in awful pain.
Maybe He didn’t hear me when I cried out prayers in vain.
Maybe He looked away as my parents watched this; in dread.
Maybe He wanted me to suffer and die in this sterilized bed.
Maybe He let me have a taste of peace to torture my senses.
Maybe He waited till I was at my weakest, without defenses.
Maybe He hated me when my soul was hurled back to my shell.
Maybe He forgot about me or maybe this is my personal hell.
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