Last prayer
poem by ellen li
When you just want to go to bed
To never see the sun rising
And never awake with a fresh breath.
Tis the day you say your last prayer
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Because you don’t want to stay here no more
You look up to the heavens just to say
The last thing that remains above the blaze of your brain.
You pray to all that has been deemed holy
And sacrifice assortments holding glory
All that people have consecrated
Through the years upon years of trials and toils
Yet you’re still stuck in those damn brambles
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And yet you already know
Your faith in the truth
Is what will wind up condemning you.
That belief in the thing of sacred
Ensures your fear of being below the soil
Where all the spoils of war and the world can stay
And you’ll be there without a choice
And it’s not your strength that allows you to endure
But your cowardice of that place
So that you’re stuck saying your last prayer
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Confined to that box of in-between
And where you will ever remain
With only the lasting whisper of your last prayer
To escape the cracks of in-between.
