Holly Jahangiri

Nov 14, 2020

1 min read

Poetry | Spiritual

Hear My Prayer

Photo by Clark Van Der Beken on Unsplash

In blinded rage, I cursed You
Railed against heaven’s canvas
Of gold, blue, red, green, orange -
Anathema!

Stricken in its prime, my heart
Brewed stagnant, dark, fermented
Poison for my aching veins.
Anathema!