An Abject Prayer

It’s not because she’ll tease me
Or make me wish I’m there
Trick my mind to thinking
Someone truly cares

It’s not the song within my heart
Or how she can’t compare
To any love I’ve ever known
Beyond an abject prayer

Malignant Heart

I had a malignant heart
Past beating to decay
Fire filled its pulsing chambers
Purged my coursing veins

Hopelessness and self-contempt
Died among those flames…
And while no phoenix ever rose
Nor any angel’s face did show
I felt self-love regained

Spiritual Crisis

Writing kept me sharp
Tempers my dull mind
But this is not the type of note
That makes me feel alive