Prayer after hours

My knees are calloused,
and my shoulders tense.
Four missed calls,
eight voicemail.
Not as many as You though
One migraine,
two broken hearts,
three unpaid bills
five raisins,
six Forgotten,
seven Unknown..
no hope.
Call me hunchback;
maybe it’s my posture
or maybe you don’t care,
but the silence of the floorboards
bawl their echoes:
why?

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