I find myself looking for
god with no faith
no beliefs
other than the need for reprieve.
Conversations with myself often turn to
pleas for those I can’t reach
it’s hard for us who crave
control when none exist.
There’s none and never was
so build a god I must
and pray this time he does come through
for patience is not my gift
I need to see him receive
the happiness he so deserves
and I failed to secure.
Patience is not my gift but I’ll wait
for god to grace him first
a bone for me, then
if time allows.
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