Poetry: My Theology by Ian Copestick

As I walk the streets, my aches
Remind me that I’m passing middle age
The wear and tear the body
takes
This skin, bone and muscle cage
That we work so hard to preserve
Yet still we yearn to transcend
We know there must be more than this Earth
And simple death can’t be the end
I guess I’d say I’m an agnostic
With just a touch of the nihilist
If you see me praying, I’ve lost it
Or I’m completely pissed
Bio: Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England.
Although he started writing poetry in 2001, he only started sending them out for publication 8 months ago. In this time he has had over 100 poems and 5 short stories published. He is featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash.
His first book Detritus Of The Drunken Night is out now!
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