The Burdened Prayer*

Father...

I come to thee baring nothing...

Empty hands and a heavy heart are all that are contained,

For I hold no reasons for my actions...

Here lies no excuse in my sins...

I hath prayed time and time again,

Out of both faith and desperation even...

I am burdened O'Lord

Burdened by my own impulses......

By the struggling curiosity of my mind...

By the nature that has become mine...

My insomniatic nostalgia drives me to close mine eyes...

mine eyes so full of icey tears at times of being alone....

Be it my past the holds me back

Or my future that yanks me forward by force...

Or perhaps the present that seems so true in form...

I simply wish to remember and forget as I please,

For my mind should be my own...