Every day I earnestly beg a God I am not sure exists
for a peace that I am not sure is really possible.

Every day I scroll endlessly through messages of doom and gloom,
knowing that commenting rationally will make no difference.

Every day I feel closer and closer to defeat, yet somehow 
manage to drag myself away from the pit of despair.

Every night I try to lie down in peace, to feel gratitude
for blessings I’m not even sure I deserve.

Every night I ask a universe that I don’t understand
to please be a bit less cold and mysterious.

Every night I pray to connect in my dreams with 
something divine that I can believe in 

something that will silence the howling of the jackals, 
and help me turn endless sorrow into everlasting joy.






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