Listen When I talk to you. <br />You should really hear what I've got. <br /> <br />I'm full of an odd wisdom. <br />So tell me something. <br /> <br />Some things I cannot Forget. <br />It doesn't matter how hard. <br /> <br />Your words hit me <br />as in a way I can't perceive. <br /> <br />Then maybe I won't still believe <br />in things that bleed. <br /> <br />Just like you and he were <br />and myself, and we. <br /> <br />We're happy, I guess <br />you were as me. <br /> <br />However, what I've got is. <br />A better day <br /> <br />Then you've ever had <br />than I've forever known. <br /> <br />But thank you <br />for breaking me. <br /> <br />And for tearing my <br />old ways out of that <br /> <br />Freaking box, that's dead <br />and now is gone. <br /> <br />But as always, I'm still <br />simply laying totally still. <br /> <br />Feeling very ill. in a chilling <br />manner that's killing. <br /> <br />My inner childs <br />kidding spirit <br /> <br />Hope is mirrored in <br />cloudy skies <br /> <br />pierced by mine <br />only eyes, I did have. <br /> <br />Now I'm here <br />your gone. <br /> <br />End of the something <br />beginning of my anointing <br /> <br />atonement. <br />Is what I'm simply left with. <br /> <br />I'm left simply with <br />redundancy, and I pray for prayer.<br /><br />Jon Hark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pray-for-prayer/
