Staring at chalk-white
It's the darkest of nights.
Your features are hard to distinguish
From here you don't quite look right.
Words start pouring out
Every sentence more intense than the last.
Tears drench my face
As I try to take away my past.
Apologies are what I think you want
But you give no recognition.
Was that a nodded acceptance
Or am I having a vision?
Please forgive
Please forget.
I've never been sorrier
For the things I regret.
I hope you accept this as a prayer
No matter how late, can I find you there?
Tucked in bed, I feel a bit odd
Praying to this wall that I've named God.
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