One candle

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It has never been this cold. 

Though, I can’t see my breath as in stories of old. 

The coat clinging to my back; 

in one piece around my torso, is full of cracks. 

Has my god completely abandoned me?

Was my religion a hoax?

Alone I sit, on the cold pew.

Screaming at God until my face is blue.  

The force of my wailing, weak at best.

While the flames of many candles remain at rest. 

One candle is mine. 

One candle for a heart that pines. 

Monday Poetry Prompt: Candle, Religion, Sit | Living Poetry

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      1. No. For some reason I like the idea of prompts, but never like the prompts people put out (they are almost always too constrained or just iterations of recycled prompts), so I tend to disregard those sites. I probably should visit more of them and give them another chance, but I haven’t recently.

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