When you wake up

Your knees strike the floor

It’s the same old prayer,

“Devil, will you take her to the grave

God is out on holiday,

Won’t take any calls.

I have lost control,

No peace.

No space left in me,

No love.

Or have my soul instead.”


Mercy on you.





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