PRAYER

My soul is whimpering deep,

A secret, I can't keep.

It's now time for confession,

To possess my possession.

I wasn't aborigine in sin,

Yet, seduced by a cousin.

And it becomes my food,

In it, I feel all is good.

My thoughts are getting wild,

My cloak never seems to be white.

I cried bitterly within,

Rationalizing where to begin.

Remembering my past self,

Glooms me to hate myself.

My life was unbearable,

All I did was unbelievable.

Strengthen me to unveil,

The life trend of the devil.

And let all of your belongings, 

Be what I am longing for.

This I pray.

©HolyPoet