Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Beggar

I'm trying so hard.
I'm desperate,
Praying and swearing
Into the abyss
Up in the sky,
Waiting to be heard.
Pleading with eyes
Clenched closed,
I slip up and let
Defeat leak out
Of my mouth.
I run out of praise,
Exhaust my gratefulness
And know that
The impending doom
Is probably for the best.

March 16, 2008


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