Some Days/Nights

Some days I just wait.

I sit and I stay.

If I found the words to say I suppose I could pray. 

But I’m afraid.

I only know how to create.

No write offs, no refunds, no rebates.

You get what you get.

My spirit is pressed down, shaken together.

Running over the canvas I thought was blank.

My essence is spent.

Down to the cent.

I have no room for love if she can’t pay rent.

Some nights I just hate.

I walk the straight and narrow but I stray.

Too vulnerable, Too weak, Now I’m the prey.

Emotions left array.

I guess I’ll turn to God if my sins are truly prepaid.