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my unheard prayer




Lord, whereelse do i go?

to whom shall i run to? i have nothing more left... and i have nowhere else to go..

i look back and find there is nothing to return to. and everytime my hope shakes, i try to see ahead and realize there really is nothing else to look forward to.

my heart is in pain and my eyes are tired of crying. i look around and see only the night. but then, i am blinded by the sorrow that i can no longer see the stars.

i look at my hands and find they are empty. and it hurts so much, You see, to remember how once, they were filled with overflowing love. and i cover my eyes with my hands just to fill them with my tears, and the sadness remains. i am still without my love.

i am scared, though i know i should not be for You are there. and yet, i remain afraid and uncertain. i must have faith, i know, but, Lord... i am not that strong. my heart is weak. my soul is small. my hope is frail. and this pain is too real.

Lord, Lord, where can I go? i have lost everything i believed mattered, and now, life seems like a dream i just want to wake up from.

i cry out, hard enough, as hard as i could, for You to feel my pain. but am i heard? do You hear this prayer now?

then why, oh Lord, why then are You so silent still?

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