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Prayers answered
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Despair
I could write this a thousand times
and never tire of writing it.
Sometimes I wish I wouldn't
feel like this anymore.
To feel like I lack faith,
that some of the things I pray for
seem to go without being fulfilled.
Days turn into week,
weeks turn into months,
months turn into years,
feeling the same way.
Trapped.
My heart is vexed,
the pain continues,
the continuous feeling
of failure.
Not seeing much that I can do,
I can only stay confident
for so long,
before I am beaten down.
I want to keep getting up
and fighting it,
the lies, the lonliness,
to see that this is going somewhere.
Hoping that there could be someone
who could accept me as I am now,
compared to years down the road.
Showing signs of unconditionalality,
which seems to be close to non-existant.
That I hold onto what I need to,
to beleive that my prayers
are answered.
I liked this. I've had
I liked this. I've had similar feelings before. I don't think there was loneliness, though. I would find someone...anyone to listen and let me vent. That sounds very difficult indeed. You expressed it well.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "