On My Knees

deserted hallway
Matt Campbell via Flickr

White washed walls
Empty shells,
Painted masks
Unanswered calls,
Distant eyes
Closed hearts,
Crumbling to dust.
Secrets and lies,
How did it come to this?
To broken dreams,
Twisted views –
What did I miss?
Would You remind me
In quiet whispers
And deserted halls,
That this isn’t who I’m s’posed to be;
Tell me again, please,
That You love me still
Despite it all,
I’m begging on my knees.

~ Ilana Reimer

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