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Prayer

It is too late tonight to sit and stare
Syncopated heartbeats waning like snare
Never had rhythm, nothing’s given
So when the night comes, hold me like prayer

———-
National Poetry Month, 2017. Day 3, a gwawdodyn

Author:

Wayne Bowerman is a writer, poet and spoken word artist hailing from Grand Rapids Michigan. His writing is evocative and challenging while also encouraging to anyone who is going through any sort of struggle. If you are in the Grand Rapids area, you can catch him around town at various open mic shows and every Thursday night at Mayan Buzz Cafe where he hosts All Access Open Mic from 8-10pm.

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