an empty wish upon a dimming star
a nameless whisper into the darkest void
a cry unto the faithless mass
a prayer given—met with god’s cruel wrath
how sweet their lies taste
when we desperately hunger
for more than the silence
for more than the darkness
we lie in wait as our bellies ache
caved in until our ribs show through our skin
are the prayers of our souls not enough to suffice
is the desperation that glistens through our sweat and tears
not enough to invoke peace and allow respite
when the last of our cries are met with despair
there will be no more masses to offer up prayers
About the Creator
faynoia
If there ever was a soulmate for me... it would be the words that flow from me into stories and poetry. I want to share my passion with whoever is willing to read and listen.
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