I pray to the creator of worlds
to the creator of time
to make mine short
as I navigate this life alone and lonely
I tried to make the words my companion
Alas they were still mine
sounding alone and lonely
I tried to make nature my partner
Alas its beautiful words were unknown to me
And now all I have left are my prayers
Alas to a god not in front of me
only above looking but not responding
unseen and hidden to my eyes but not my soul
this is what I am then a lonely body no one to touch no one to feel
And a lonely soul that can see beyond and basks in that god's creations
And a book filled with words and letters chained with an ink of pain and solitude