Page 18 - Musings From Pandemic

No One Praying for Me
I can see Momma there with her Bible
Sitting in the living room praying for me
I wasn’t about to change no matter what
Had a life to live as fast as I possibly could

Days I was sure were my last before I die
There was always that voice in my head
It’s not long now before you end up dead
Then I would do it again yet another day

Only memories of the past sadly remain
Momma praying, Dad’s sweet concern
Once again here pushing life to the edge
Wondering if I will see the sunrise tomorrow

No one left there praying for me anymore
I’m here alone death waiting at my door
I’m left here on the backside of my life
Sliding back into that sad black abyss.

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