Poetry · Writing

wallowing in the dry;

living for a challenge

set the difficulty early

left in a gutter

waiting for rain,

like waiting for a god to remember

what they left here

wallowing in the dry

crying for remembrance

at your temple of worship

not to be left here to die,

you’ll get back to me

probably not, but that’s what prayer is for

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