SlightlySane
July 13th, 2010, 12:45 AM
Kneeling at my window, I’ve begun to pray
Looking to the starry night, yes, that’s the way
The sky so black with whitened wish dots
My window makes a cross, irony to the plot
My pajamas, they are plain
Nothing more than simple sort
My hair, it’s gone astray
Only from my head rest port
It’s the middle of the night
On this area rug I’ll stay
This is where I come tonight
Because I want to pray
My bible has stayed closed so long
A dusty bunny calls it home
My god that I have called too
I wonder if he’s alone
While I’m at my window
The moonlight hits my skin
I wonder in my own mind
Why am I praying to begin?
I’ve said my prayers each night
Then early in my morning
But each is so recited
I’m sure they must get boring
Tonight, however, my prayer is real
I’ve never felt such a need to kneel
Today has been so bitter sweet
A horrific inspiration lies beneath my feet
I’ve prayed for joy, like many do
I’ve prayed for a lover, how mom used to
I’ve prayed for riches, as many men have
I’ve prayed for others health, that they already have
Tonight my prayer is different
I’m praying to my god
Praying to him about my day,
My best friend I’ll always love
He is in my prayers tonight
Because his story’s harsh
A boy who was so different
His life lies in the marsh
I’m sad to say that on this day
He rest below a stone
It tells a story of a boy
Who felt he loved alone
Yet, I’ll stay upon my knees
As I am proud to say
The boy who lies beneath the ground
Saved us all, one more round today
(Disclaimer: This poem is not about a real person. No one I know has died, this poem is something I began to write and turned into this. I do not wish for attention or sympathy from this as it calls for none. It just a poem about something many of us have gone through.)
Looking to the starry night, yes, that’s the way
The sky so black with whitened wish dots
My window makes a cross, irony to the plot
My pajamas, they are plain
Nothing more than simple sort
My hair, it’s gone astray
Only from my head rest port
It’s the middle of the night
On this area rug I’ll stay
This is where I come tonight
Because I want to pray
My bible has stayed closed so long
A dusty bunny calls it home
My god that I have called too
I wonder if he’s alone
While I’m at my window
The moonlight hits my skin
I wonder in my own mind
Why am I praying to begin?
I’ve said my prayers each night
Then early in my morning
But each is so recited
I’m sure they must get boring
Tonight, however, my prayer is real
I’ve never felt such a need to kneel
Today has been so bitter sweet
A horrific inspiration lies beneath my feet
I’ve prayed for joy, like many do
I’ve prayed for a lover, how mom used to
I’ve prayed for riches, as many men have
I’ve prayed for others health, that they already have
Tonight my prayer is different
I’m praying to my god
Praying to him about my day,
My best friend I’ll always love
He is in my prayers tonight
Because his story’s harsh
A boy who was so different
His life lies in the marsh
I’m sad to say that on this day
He rest below a stone
It tells a story of a boy
Who felt he loved alone
Yet, I’ll stay upon my knees
As I am proud to say
The boy who lies beneath the ground
Saved us all, one more round today
(Disclaimer: This poem is not about a real person. No one I know has died, this poem is something I began to write and turned into this. I do not wish for attention or sympathy from this as it calls for none. It just a poem about something many of us have gone through.)