Read: Stranded Prayers | Leonell Echa

The walls of these knees are cracked
…[T]urning into debris.
The eyes that these hills attract,
The tears are begging to be free

Here is the place my voice stood
Humming songs of shame
Helping a belief in falsehood
Hoping heaven would remember my name.

Evening passed and the morning died
Exacting same pain
Every number to God i dialed
Entered but never redialed again

Very few prayers can open doors
Value is measured and produce branded
Victory don’t come in abandoned wars
Vices are like gods that leave us stranded

© Leonell Echa

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