Too sick to pray

[Chance33]

Too Sick To Pray

I wish that you were here right beside me,
whispering life into the frozen words I see on the screen,
feeling the trembling emotion that erupts from them,
learning to love not just the words,
but the omniscient mind behind them.
I wish you were here right beside me,
to hold my hand when I feel small,
offering solace during calamity in not just promises
but through the tenderness of an embrace.
I wish you were here right beside me,
instead of a world away,
so I could whisper amidst the melody of the rain tonight,
I love you.

(Title in honor of Alabama 3 who offers a dull consolation to the one I crave)

[miyako73]

Is it a poem really or a prose you break to make a verse or to look like a poem?

[Chance33]

Perhaps it is more prose than poem.

[108 fountains]

Don't sell yourself short. It is poetry, and it is beautiful (although I don't understand the title).

[Chance33]

Thank you, 108 fountains.
No title seemed to adequately fit, so I went with the song I listened to as I wrote it.