A candle praying alone in the dark
Water mislead down a tiny whirlpool
A chunk of ice in saltless tears
Melts in my forehead, flows down my cheeks
This is my world, my heaven, my hell
Uninvited night lingers behind me
An unknown ocean swims before me
Hungry and cold, I munch on my rosary
Too many footsteps on the wet beach
Don’t know which one is mine
Sifted by the waves moping the floor,
The heavier ones do survive
Thirst tugs at my tongue
Wringing out its dry wetness
I am not floating about here
Only my feet have gone numb
Tied to the bottom of this discarded cross
I spend my life in this whitewashed sepulcher
While nerves, veins, tendons and tiny tissues
Wriggle inside me, effecting a caving in
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