Hear no

Hear no

I don’t think
God
hears me
anymore
he has stuffed
his ears
with cotton balls
made out of
the wisps
of my sin

how vain
of me
to think that
he remembers the
cadence of
my voice
enough to know
when to put
those plugs
back in

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I’m raising
the white flag
admitting defeat
I’d carry on
but sullen arrows
don’t fly as
nimbly

my arms are so
heavy
my heart
downtrodden,
legs weak
and the only love
I know is
riddled with
bullet holes
and empty caskets
on their final
journey home

I’ve never been
an acceptable
solider and thus,
please ignore
my retreat