No God has come to me
And I never felt the comfort
Of submitting,
Nor the solace of praying.
The soullessness of my heart
Deprived my pleasure from joy
And left me
Uncertain.
And they speak so doubtlessly,
With their not so epecial eyes,
About the One
Who hides in plain sight.
And I call out, hesitant,
Yet faithfully, for an answer.
But silence.
But no One.
And I call out again, silently,
Screaming what is left of my mind.
And still nothing.
All can see but me!
Then I call out, yielding,
Begging for the sign.
I find it on the streets,
"Stop". But I don't.
One more prayer before we meet.
Little me is blaming You
For the unfinished dreams,
And incomplete misery.
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Of Agony And Hope
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