My Poems

praying

She is scraping.
She is praying.
She is crying
and dying.

She thinks
"Maybe I need to be loud?"

No.
He is nowhere to be found.
God's not here now.

Because where was he when
Her parents divorced?
Or when she needed a voice.

Her heart was ripped out,
Torn to pieces and much more.
The same people doing her wrong,
Over and over again.

She looked back on every
Relationship she ever had,
Trying to see what had happened and why,
Then finally she concluded that
"It all comes down to me."

She screamed our for help,
But there was no choice.
She couldn't rejoice.
For what she felt,
Was lost and alone.

When she needed a hand
To guide her through.
She felt banned,
And that feeling only grew.

She used to believe,
Effortlessly!
But the doubt came rushing in
When nothing seemed to give.

She crumbed to the ground
Without a sound.
No one looked
As she shook;
Scraping,
Praying,
Crying and dying.

Tears stream down her face,
Yet no one can break her ace.
She feels lost and alone,
And the cost is unknown.

She can't bare it anymore,
When will it end?
When something bends.
Because she will never be mended.
Her soul is cracked,
Tattered and torn.

What will happen
After she has lost the game?
Will she give up
Or will she stand up?

Look what you've done;
You've turned her to stone.
Where will she sit now
that she's forgotten her throne?