Even after all this time,
I still pray to you like some sort of God.
Half expecting to hear your answer in my head
Until I remember
I don’t believe in anything.
If I close my eyes tight enough,
I can still see the light.
Some sort of colour shining through
Against the backdrop of black.
Until I remember
It’s only leaking in from the outside.
Photons refracted against a hard surface.
Reflecting back beneath my eye-lids
Lighting me up like something holy.
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 12:13 PM UTC
Even after all this time,
I still pray to you like some sort of God.
Half expecting to hear your answer in my head
Until I remember
I don’t believe in anything.
If I close my eyes tight enough,
I can still see the light.
Some sort of colour shining through
Against the backdrop of black.
Until I remember
It’s only leaking in from the outside.
Photons refracted against a hard surface.
Reflecting back beneath my eye-lids
Lighting me up like something holy.
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