Go Ahead, pray for me

Go ahead and pray for me.
Wasted breath on wishful thinking.
I can not be saved or redeemed,
restored or put together.
Too many pieces tattered
and torn.
In them I have an abundance,
a richness that fills the void.
Solace in each piece.
I will continue to be broken.
So I can keep on hiding
from myself.
Perpetuating a lie
that can be spun to life.
Hide behind it,
give it a voice and
sink inside my mess.
I do not seek perfection.
I am content to forever drown;
choking on all my imperfection.



Poetry by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2017-04-21 at 05:16

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