stinging swallow

Sometimes I lay
Amongst my despair
in this time I pray
But wonder if anyone is there
I stare at the frames
Of ones I once believed
Oh what a pathetic shame
That until now I’m undeceived
Who was I speaking to?
every waking night
Who was I weeping to
Begging to bring me light
Now I lay on the floor
Wishing my worship was worthy
But I am fooled no more
Of the fabrication of mercy
Thus now I have no one
Who claims to be forever near me
For I call out to god
But it seems he does not hear me

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