Loving, Burning, Pleading
Hells gates are my eyes
There has yet to be anyone that has seen the extent of my soul
The callouses on my heart
No one has been licked by the flames of my confusion and sorrow and have stayed through the heat to understand how I’m swallowed whole by conflict
I imagine there might be no judgment from such a handsome, plain, and pure priest
as he is
But would there be love left over after succumbing the burden of my unanswered prayers, of an easier way to heaven.
So I stay here
loving, burning, and pleading
alone.
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