“When I Used To Pray”
When I used to pray,
There was a solemnity to my humility.
Over time cynicism took hold,
And converted me.
Now in despair of wonder,
I prey upon opportunities to anger.
The passion of apathy perpetuates,
And success derives of lack of faith.
A vacuum provides a steady nurturing,
And in no time,
I am adrift on a turbulent sea.
Bobbing on the waves,
Atop a raft of shoddy construction.
Just enough to crest the waves.
Any moment the scales could tip.
And I could drown.
Prayer used to be useful,
Until it wasn’t.