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7d
The walls ain't just fallin’,
they crashin’ loud
like every step I take
shakes the ground.
And I wonder if Heaven hears
me now,
or if my prayers get lost
in the crowd.

I talk to You,
but it feel one-sided
my faith bruised up,
hope backslided.
I lit candles in rooms
where love died,
cried to the ceiling,
never got replies.

God, are You watchin’?
For real, no front?
'Cause I’ve been carryin’ weight
that break most in a month.
I smile for the kids,
but I’m cracked inside,
still got dreams,
but they barely survive.

They say You’re close
to the brokenhearted
well I’ve been ripped open
since this all started.
Do You see me foldin'
behind my fight?
Do You sit in the dark
with me at night?

I don’t need miracles,
I just need proof
a sign in my soul,
a whisper of truth.
That I’m not forgotten
in this war within,
and even with these walls cave in
You still listenin’.
Jennie Jen
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Jennie Jen  29/F/Riverside ca
(29/F/Riverside ca)   
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