God doesn't visit my apartment

There's no grandeur in these pages.No flowery metaphors to make your suffering pretty. God Doesn't Visit my Apartment is a brutal, unfiltered confession from the gut of a man who's walked through addiction, silence, abandonment, and the hollow of his own mind. These poems don't ask fo your understanding. They just tell the truth. You'll find lonliness here, but not the poetic kind-the kind that stares at peeling walls and wonders if anyone would notice if you vanished. You'll meet old ghosts disguised as lovers, gods who stopped answering, and a narrator who holds his own hand because no one else will. If you are looking for inspiration, look somewhere else.