Prayers Unsaid...

poem about loss

For all the prayers ever said,
by all the crowding faceless dead.

Who prayed for love they never got
and lie in ashes left to rot...

Echoes of the prayers unheard
float slowly towards me like a bird.

As empty hearts with hollow sounds
are rising from the ghostly grounds.

Where painfully lonely, once again,
I doubt my oldest, truest friend.

For if he truly does exist
how could there be a world like this?

But say the prayer yet again,
and send it softly up to him.

Gently...said with quiet word,
Lord, let my prayer be heard.