a number, a name, just a peep and a squirm
pictures not taken and faces forgotten
words barely spoken, phrases now stolen
around me the feeling that others are not
as lonely or broken, or tied in a knot
illusions of happiness almost deceive
in quickness of mind the lie I perceive
prayers that reach the expanse of the height
of faith that is shattered and now taken flight
if only the crumbs would fall from his table
giving me temporary rest and i'm able
the hem of his garment is out of my reach
i stretch and i strain he's all that i need
suddenly weary the quiet is eery
he reaches to me he knows me completely
© labujamra
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