Good Friday

Good Friday is a bleak day

sadness because Jesus died

Five p.m. often coming thunderstorms

so, it was already in the old days

I stare at the screen with passion

history of suffering as a cheesy game

In the afternoon rain pattering down

sky opens his doors for blessings

News reporting about bombings

no upset about one dead

Unhappy habit with all the suffering

a crucified does not overcome the rawness