A Silent Prayer
Joanna Davis
Politician pity me
My pent-view tenement sanctuary
These panoramic views you see
Only serve to tether me,
The putrid stair a bloody
And decaying maze
Of putrid souls
In a morphine daze.
Please doctor, in my
Minute’s appointment
Don’t dismiss my pain with
The usual ointment
The scars that you
Refuse to see,
Have made me doubt
My sanity.
And preacher, when you gave
Your blessing
Did you ever wonder why
I was missing?
Condemning my absence
as a lack of faith,
My soul to the suffering
Of purgatory’s state.
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