Talking to the Ceiling

At night when I lay

In horizontal peace

I speak in low tones

To the empty room

And that is when

I pray for you

And when your eyes

Have become red

From distant disdain

And the pillars that

Hold your chest collapse

I pray for you

And when you wonder

Why you do what you do

And read signs unfamiliar

To the point that you feel

A delusional illiterate

I pray for you

And when He asks me

"What makes you happy,

What do you think of most

And what do you seek?"

I make sure no ones listening

And I pray for you

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Kris Hoffman's picture

Wow.I found myself immersed in this.Subtly very intense.Damned riveting.