busted knee

Today at work I received a weird email
a prayer from one stranger for another
Not spam
Misguided incoherent
but a prayer nonetheless

There’s no one to send mine out to so I guess this is a good place to do it
he didn't want to tell me but he didn't have to
I knew today, I knew it was coming, I knew there was nothing I could do
I stand here because it’s the least I can do
maybe it’s all I can do
These tears are for powerlessness
I breathe, because it's all I can do
I wish I wish I could take it all away
No one to talk to about it because all they do is judge
it’s amazing how fast a liberal mind can shut down when faced with concrete demands on its beliefs

So tonight I forfeit work in favour of sleep
days I can find the door, it's a great place to hide from the world
Stand on my perch high above the blackness
and pray