A bible and a crumpled sheet
This is no place where they come to worship
their godsThere is no god in this room
A prayer in between breath hitched
Higher beings, higher ceilings
Do you believe?(I do
not)Clasped hands, burning skin
Please forgive me for i have sinnedIn the name of The Merciful—
—and the Holy Spirit
You were tempted
I took the biteHere, heaven is a four-walls
And hell is just on the front doorPlease
Please
PleaseJust as Eve was begging to stay in Eden
with Adam and the forbidden fruit half-bittenPlease
Please
PleaseAnd so I pleaded
(Recite my poetry with that godly tongue of yours)
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
PoetryMy therapist told me i needed a healthier coping mechanism