By Danielle Solomon
My prayers are like poems
Silent words whisper in my head
Holy sounds, unsaid
Symbolizing piety and worship
Bringing me solace and remedy
Grant me might and vigor
To resist the fruit of knowledge
And its various forms
Let me fall not to temptation
And exonerate me if I do
Where has the sun gone?
It was not there when I woke
It took to bed early
Now only scorched in my mind
Still, my prayers remain unsaid
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