Bilal Raja

St. Jude, Patron Saint Of Lost Causes

Give me a reason to live
As I stare into an empty bottle
Slow my mind, ease my pain
So what if I need a few sedatives?

I don’t care for the world
It really doesn’t need me.
Phones ring and doorbell knock,
Clocks tick and nobody’s home

Derelict mind state. Abandoned.
A dim light flickers hopelessly.
Wallowing in the stench
Of my own self pity. Agonising.

Out of all human consciousness.
Where did it all go wrong?
How did it come to this?
Do you think God will forgive us?

I hear lost voices echoing.
No light at the end of the tunnel
No fairytale ending. Until;
You gave me a reason to live.

Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2009

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