An Empty Prayer [Part 01]

I kneel, but the floor is a pit—
my words fall through
like stones dropped down a well
that ran dry years ago.

My lips move, but the air is thick
with the absence of listening.

"Holy," I whisper,
and the word dissolves
like sugar on a rotten tongue.

I was taught to press my palms together,
but no one warned me
how they’d ache with the weight
of all the nothing they hold.

The candles gutter,
not from wind, but from the sigh
of a god who turned away
before I even learned his name.

I chant the old words—
"deliver us, forgive us, save us,"—
but they bounce back,
hollow as a bird’s bones
after the cat has finished.

This is how faith unravels:
not with a scream,
but with the quiet *click*
of a rosary slipping through fingers
too tired to clutch at hope anymore.

The altar is dust.
The hymns are ash.
And I am just a mouth
shaping pleas into the dark,
waiting for an echo
that never comes.

#longpoetry #HID [Draft 11]

《 Nyx Thinks 》

An Empty Prayer [Part 01]

I kneel, but the floor is a pit—
my words fall through
like stones dropped down a well
that ran dry years ago.

My lips move, but the air is thick
with the absence of listening.

"Holy," I whisper,
and the word dissolves
like sugar on a rotten tongue.

I was taught to press my palms together,
but no one warned me
how they’d ache with the weight
of all the nothing they hold.

The candles gutter,
not from wind, but from the sigh
of a god who turned away
before I even learned his name.

I chant the old words—
"deliver us, forgive us, save us,"—
but they bounce back,
hollow as a bird’s bones
after the cat has finished.

This is how faith unravels:
not with a scream,
but with the quiet *click*
of a rosary slipping through fingers
too tired to clutch at hope anymore.

The altar is dust.
The hymns are ash.
And I am just a mouth
shaping pleas into the dark,
waiting for an echo
that never comes.

#longpoetry #HID [Draft 11]

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