And I Pray

Not a religious man
But some days I too
Close my eyes
Fold my hands
Whisper prayers to
Any god that will listen
Beg and plead
With voice quaking
In need of direction
Some source of action
But all I hear is static
Perhaps all gods are dead
Perhaps they ignore me
Just like everyone else
And I fall fall fall
Deeper, sinking into the mire
Till all that remains
If a pair of folded hands
Above the scum of the earth

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Dead gods don't get signals through.