Begging Doesn't Count

Begging Doesn't Count

A Poem by Anna

Your voice is raw from howling
in empty diner parking lots;
under flickering red signs
and unfamiliar neon bar lights.

You're now dry of any tears;
you've filled basins and
corner store beers with them;
they've left their rosy marks.

Your heart has been bleeding
into cheap motel bedsheets
and pooling cold in your chest;
its touch is all you know.

But you're still aching heavenward
although the twilight sky is dark
and there's nothing in it for you;
isn't it stupid to think you're important?

You're clumsy, clawing your prayers-
but you're desperate for something
less than Hell inside your face;
and mercy is in a long midnight walk-
in a glass of bourbon
in the static of the TV
in the grin of someone gone
and all those tainted songs.

© 2020 Anna


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Added on December 22, 2020
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Tags: begging, prayer, lycanthropy, heaven, hell, mortal, pain

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Anna
Anna

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