Don’t Pray For Me

Sister, don’t pray for me

I am sickened by sincerity

I am lost beneath your angel wings

I am withered without light


Sister, don’t pray for me

And burden me with sympathy

But stay doomed,  undeniably

Within walls, watertight.


Sister don’t pray for me

The waters rise inexorably

You praise the dark and will not see

I am Delphic, you are Right


Sister, don’t pray for me

I am free in ambiguity

I am open to the elements

I am fearful of the night


Yet all I ever want to do

Is give it up, and all to you

To face the irony, the true

and endless light of life.

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