I prayed that you find hope inside disaster

I prayed that if disaster struck
at least maybe you learn from the inevidable

I prayed for the power to protect you
I prayed to forgiven; I failed

I prayed that I would stop worshiping you as if you hailed from the sky

I prayed to those unknown deities
I prayed they would stop taunting me with you

I prayed that maybe I would stop making wishes for you
I prayed that I would not care as much about you

I prayed that angles would stop playing tricks
I prayed their soft tongues and laughing frames would stop placing their creations upon my path like golden gifts on display

but I am on my knees and sitting still
praying that I would stop worshiping you

(you are a blessing
that I've been condemned to)



amen

My head is spinning
The steady velvet stream dripping
We all succumb to blindness

It is a constant state of ever-being
As living, breathing creatures
In one way or another, we are blind

Blind about the self inflicted damage
Or the fraughtful life of a loved one
We shut our eyes, and allow ourselves to be blind

To the good, the bad, the inevidable especially
Insist that we're living our lives to the absolute fullest
Unbeknownst and blindly