The bed feels empty,
Like an infant
I curl up in your arms,
To feel your warmth.
In the corner of a city
Where no one pities
I look for you every time,
Like an arrow aimed to my head.
Run your fingers through my hair,
Comfort me through the rain,
As I kneel before you,
Shine your light upon me,
And take me in.
As I lie on the bathroom floor,
When I push you away,
Do not shudder,
For I am Judas,
But Oh dear hear my pleas.
But when I look out the window,
And as the light shines upon me,
Dried sorrows fade away,
And be the answer to my prayers.
Let your hands out to me,
When I stumble down the cathedral,
Pick me up gently,
Forgive me for my sins,
And please let me in.
Written by Monsoon
Monsoon is an aspiring writer presently doing her A-levels. Her Instagram handle is @theauthormonsoon.
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