I rest my head on truth and God, My pillows

God and truth are two names
That I am made to give
To my helplessness.

Two different names
To one and same
Helplessness.

Than these two names
Nothing I could see
To justify
My bone breaking
Helplessness.

I don’t have
Any philosophy or logic either
To let them stand alone.

They are just two pillow covers
To my hollow helplessness inside.

I make two pillows out of them
And rest my heavy, hollow head
Over the same.

Truly
I rest my head
Over the truth and God,
My pillows.

Please don’t feel wrong about me.