Midnight Kneels.A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.My pen gets ahead of me, sometimes.God is love, and love is real but I don't like the sound of forever, regardless.
Stumbling up the stairs mumbling my pitiful prayers my Midnight kneels went unheard speaking of water won't quench your thirst.
So I still insist on complaining while He's just an Artist, criticized by his painting.
Fingers laced, I wonder if I'll even be heard So I cut off the one-way conversation before He hears the doubt dripping from my words.
Just because you believe doesn't make you immune you will feel the very same pain as others do.
I lack all belief but in the demons I take to bed with me they make good conversation in the morning, but I rarely see sleep.
Lost, like a planet out of line steering too closely to the Sun will only leave me blind. © 2009 Chloe Madison Taylor.Author's Note
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