He was tired of waiting
Almost tired of praying
But that’s all he had, his knees
And bending them every day is what he knew
Waiting is hard he whispered
Tears collecting in his eyes
Fell to his knees and repeatedly said
Lord, I am tired,
On his stomach her lay
Loud moans coming out of him
Echoed by the emptiness of his soul
He was weary and exhausted
His soul was tired, his body was willing
Don’t I say my prayers right?
Am I missing something?
Where have I gone wrong?
We knew he suffered but he never opened up
His petals where like of tulips
Force them open and the beauty is lost
I watched him pray,
I watched him clean up
I watched him eat
I searched his eyes for something
But nothing, they were blank
But his eyelids were swollen
Will he be fine?