FFF: 5 verses of 4 lines each
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The Wrong God
I kneel at the foot of my heart,
small and unable to move it –
even naked, I cannot make it feel
my old wicked temptation.
I pull at my hair, bite my own lips,
to feel the pain and taste the blood,
but despite the desperation
my skin and mind are numb.
I pray at the alter of my own desire
willing it to enter my body–
honey-slow and thick like cream–
my offerings continually inadequate.
I stand and turn to leave, head hung
low in fear and disappointment,
terrified I cannot coax to the surface
and understanding of my own devotion.
I look upward and inward, searching,
listening to the point of pain,
for any request I can fulfill,
suddenly realizing…I’m praying to the wrong god.
Wow..that was realization.
I found it beautiful.
nice
This one was actually hard for me…I don't know why.