Praying for Words


A long and arduous journey…getting to the bottom of words.

those that are remembered

those that I have written down

those jumbled in sleepy positions…only to waken us with cold sweat.

One has to be curious…have my sentences…changed my world?

I pitch a tent, repeatedly, at the godforsaken, blasphemous, bolted door.

But words never take off her shoes…

she never promises to stay.

My words rush out in a horribly, organized, chaotic…state.

Massive…this war on word!

I shove letter upon letter onto an empty, paper plate.

And, my compromised, composition, kneels shoulder to shoulder at the church of lost faith.

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