Unanswered
most of my prayers go unanswered
I won’t be winning the lottery
I won’t be getting an Ashton Martin
I won’t get the million dollar house
or the man of my dreams
I could scream out loud at times
still poor and lonely
I’m probably the strangest person I know
I keep most of my thoughts to myself
only God knows
I’m sure he thinks I’m strange too
I weird myself out at times
probably why my prayers go unanswered
I could live without most of them
hell I do already
just want to find the man in my dreams
had a voodoo woman give me a hint once
probably all a lie though
just wish love would come my way
a lover and a friend
guess that’s too much to ask for
two prayers in one
neither get answered
only the normal people get what they want
I could try pretending
but my secret would come out eventually
my strange ways keep most at a distant
few friends
my looks keep most uninterested
no lover to call
my crazy thoughts keep God silent
no answered prayers
Posted on October 21, 2012, in Bed Time Stories, Poems and tagged literature, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
a mind for words 
Great piece, and I find it very relatable. But, eventually, you’ll find someone just as strange as you consider yourself 😉
Thanks for the encouragement