“When I Used To Pray”

“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.

Precarious.

Any moment the scales could tip.

And I could drown.

Prayer used to be useful,

Until it wasn’t.

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