Breathing Space

When I pray I go to the basement
This is where they sent me as a boy
I ask God if he grasps my rejection
Darkness is present, an absolute

Over time blackness arranges itself
Words shrivel
Its a small bravery the prayer
Like mushrooms in fall

Author: skuusisto

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