A Sinner's Prayer

A sinner’s prayer is all this is

perfunctory in effort at best;

I can’t remember when I really tried.

Going through the motions it seems;

In a whirlpool of redundancy

my life is a total mess.

Wave my hands in a certain motion,

upward gaze in mediocre reverence

as if it would increase my chance.

Repeating words like a broken record,

I probably can say them backwards;

I wonder if I’ll get any points for that.

I don’t claim to be perfect;

like everyone else, it’s fact I can’t deny.

The fact remains that it’s so easy to lie;

I wish I had something to move me;

to believe I could garner true forgiveness

but the truth is I don’t believe anymore.

Eyes wide open to all that I see

for all the badness I’ve done,

but I know I’m not the only one.

Two sides of my mouth I tend to speak

as if a sinner’s prayer carried any weight;

my future should be easy to deliberate.

I’m not a bad person, but I can be mean,

selfish and brooding even at times;

violence sometimes gets the best of me.

Those few moments when I succumb,

leaves little to anyone’s imagination

the reason I pray for my salvation.

I think I speak for all when I say

I truly wish I didn’t live this way;

sometimes my reprieve exists in a cup.

Maybe yours exists in some other faucet,

but when I bend my knees and look up;

this sinner’s prayer is all I’ve got.

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