Sunday

They say to pray every day, especially Sunday!

But what of a day that you wish to remain uncomplicated.

What happens when you pray, anyway? Elaborate further, please?

I think aloud sometimes and alone more often than not.

I remember the last time I prayed; it was back in 2013.

Sunday is the day of rest, but where is rest found in this era?

Viruses are spreading all around us and a resolution no sooner!

They say to pray every day, come together and unite as one.

This is the day that the Lord has made.

I recall asking, begging, pleading for him to save.

I cried while holding your little body in my arms; I cried for your life; you had not been given a chance to live. I cry for your memories – Every heartbeat counts.

I knew then God only existed as a word in print.

They say to pray every day, especially Sunday!

Mason Knows

He saw who lit a match between their beak while standing near your soundproof walls.

I sort of spoke. But then wondered why? You wouldn’t have heard me anyway.

I remember someone saying, ‘the night is young.’

We all remember it lasted for days.

Friends – Real Friends

Remember those long conversations with friends. Conversations that make you laugh, cry and almost pass out through lack of air.

Remember when you dream about doing something and those same friends say, ‘that’s impossible! You should just stick to working and work your way up in the company.’

Remember those friends that vanished when you needed their support? When you fell down, into a ditch that was filled with thorns of steel. They looked over the edge and turned their backs – Who wants to be that friend?

When I needed you all the most you abandoned me. I called out and I heard a rodent of some kind, gnawing away at the bones you left in your wake.

Sparkle

When it rains glitter on me, I see your eyes beam and shine in my direction. You smile and hit me up with a few plagiarised, overshared text messages. Then comes the invitation to lunch.

‘No thank you.’

Friends – Real friends, are people that stay around. Even though a load shit is dumped on top of me. Whilst I try to climb out of this ditch.

Even now, the only friend – the real friend I have, is Me, Myself & I.