I drink too much. I smoke from time to time. And I use words your ears and eyes are better off not seeing or hearing from me

What words do the faithful put in their prayers?

I’m afraid I have none

I’m afraid I can’t close my eyes

Marry my hands to one another 

Part my lips

And move my soul to speak

Without the poison of my tongue burning my fingers where the rings would be

And ashing my lips where love once kissed them.

The book is boring

The commandments forgettable 

The sinning is easy

And stories I have more than a few

Stricken in the face 

Arriving home laughing

Indifferent to the nature of my own suffering

What words do the faithful put in their prayers?

Share them with me so I might borrow but a few letters 

The suffering is boring 

The stories are forgettable 

Perhaps, 

Maybe just a little

I envy the faithful