Prayer for the sleep-deprived

I will breathe…
if not for some weird occurrence that I am alive…

helpless. by some river of desolate existence,
not even angels in heaven will understand the
reasons.

rectify. forgiveness that I seek for sins I have not
made…
or should have made…
or will I ever make…

for my heart is consumed by faith.
not in the most fashionable manner, but it is
nevertheless wasted…

I beg thee to remember me… in case the world is no
longer your worry…
Then maybe I can breathe…