Down on my knees, I cried and turned to the sky; I prayed to god but received no reply. I tried again, this time louder. How pathetic I must have looked, diamond eyes stained black with mascara, dirty, filthy, and still I prayed. I bare no grudge for your nonresponse, but I have a heavy heart for the false hope I was given; For it's not that you didn't reply but rather that the sky was empty that night. That night, and the night before that, and the night before that. How many had suffered the same as I? Begging, and pleading, crying to the sky to then realise no person - no god- was there by their side.
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The World That Is My Mind
RandomThis is a series of short drabbles bout things I experience and feel that could be relatable to others. Still not sure if these could be classified as stories or poems or whatever else you want to call them, so u as readers can decide for yourselves...
