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Jun 2017
it’s not the same as your usual friday night. it never was. honestly i kept wishing that i could have that sort of connection, that sort of relation with someone like that. people said pray, He’ll hear; ****, I wish He was a Woman instead of some Man that I’ve got to refer to. Should’ve kneeled down with meaning on the benches back in ’05 and should’ve listened to them when they said pray. ****, I wish It would’ve helped me when I thought I needed help; I can never be sure of what qualifies for Him for me to get some sort of attention. ****, when will I see it? can i see it? can i believe in something i don’t feel? kneel down and pray kneel down and pray kneel down and pray will i see you knee l down and pray at nighttime when everyone but you and him are asleep and whisper slowly to yourself maybe you’ll make yourself believe that you believe maybe these placebo words will fulfill it enough for one night and maybe you’ll believe that you believe .
faith ramble
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Anabel
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