A Soulless Prayer

November 4, 2012

Now I cry myself to sleep

Silent solace as I weep

Thoughts awash o’er a face of tears

Giving in to a torrent of fears

Allowing the hatred of wretched life

And pity for the powerless laced with strife

Of one that’s lost, the devil’s swallow

Spat out into nothing, left to wallow

Aimlessly, alone, askew, adrift

Unable to make the black clouds shift

And yet, upon my wake

I give no one my soul to take