prayer

May 16, 2010 18:22

A prayer begun with a loss for words
abandoned in the din of echoes
of unsure thoughts, strewn across the sky.
My will, once Polaris, unyielding and sure
now only as constant
as the promise of hope.

I would call upon the Lord for strength
to guard this waning spirit
but the pride of my father
and the blood in my veins
assure me
that all is sound

The tacit cry of a weary soul
haunts the bones like poison,
Seeping, intent
to tear this man apart.
An absent venom
a void in this heart
hellbent on destruction
more than any presence
ever could.
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