MIDNIGHT PRAYER
By Corey Campbell

What is the cost
of all of my lost?
What is this emptiness that fills me?

I just can’t find a way
to form words and say
my feeling to make you see.

I’m wiry and sick
I need salvation quick

or I again shall pay the fee.

Lord, give me the light

so that I might

have a pure sole to keep.

And build me a wall
or less I shall fall

to the evils hidden so deep.

For if all I’ve sought,

becomes pleas of naught.

I shall forever weep.

Bless, Tidings, and Love,

COREY

[Lost in a gaze...]