Every Monday morning, I pray you have a good week
Every evening, I pray you fall in to a sound sleep
Every Friday, I pray your weekend will be safe
Every Sunday, I pray you are in a peaceful place
And sometimes, when I’m feeling selfish, I pray you will be mine again
An atheist caught in a cycle of prayer.
I saw the train crossing last night and I panicked.
I cannot deny it. As I sat posed at the steering wheel, I admired the train roaring by down the road. The thought flashed in my mind. I cannot deny it. The bells and whistles alerted me of its presence, but the visual was much more captivating. As the train road down the tracks, I fantasized. I cannot deny it. With the courage, I hold the power. However, I do not hold the courage. I cannot deny it. If I travel onward, I can achieve what my suffering craves. I do not travel onward. I continue on with my evening, head to bed, and try to put the thought to rest as well, however I know the fantasy will rise with me in the morning.