A poem: "Pray, Say, Scream, Cry, Murmur" by Yentl. T. De Luna

i pray, let it come
yet, i want it not
i believe not in prayer
for too many times
have my words not gone
beyond my bedroom ceiling

i say, let it go
yet, i want it near
no truth can be found
in my words or the spaces
inbetween them, the lies
i utter while kneeling

i scream, i care not
yet, they know i do
and my passion is transparent
giving me away
hidden behind nakedness
for ironically, it is not as revealing

i cry: You've broken me!
yet, it's no secret
the cracks are old
the glue had dried
so i am together, in pieces
sparking interest rather than feeling

i murmur, i shall survive
yet, it has become a cliché
for are we all not surviving?
the point is to live
not crawl from one end to the next
awaiting better days
when halfway through we stop believing