Savage Breath

I talk to myself over and over
to speak myself out of this dream
to make myself more
than a doll made out of dust
than a useless face in a crowd

I scream for my place in this world
maybe I could scream myself
into some kind of existence

there must be a world out
there somewhere that would
welcome this savage breath

I demand to be exorcised
out of this futility
and to be released
from the negative thought
that chews me from the
inside

There has to be a voice
that would speak back
would smile and it
not be an impolite
empty gesture

Lord, there is an empty
testament to everything
that I am

If You would awaken me
become the Host
keep me,
from taking my hands
and dreaming suicide on
my flesh

Keep me Holy Spirit
Talk
Love
Accept
Sing to me
the lullaby of my youth
Break over me like waves over
lifeless rocks on a shore
corrode me until there
is nothing left
of me

then this savage breath
wouldn’t suffer so.

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