Prayer
[for Mike Zimmerer and Jacqueline Law]
There is no reason to listen
Or even read these words
Locked into the prison
Of my own choosing
Wearing gray today
Over my gray soul
There are many chores
Blocking in my mind
An internal play on stage
The characters are told
To slowly walk and turn
Writing the unsaid lines
It's jazz now on radio
Piano grand singing
Sing to me from my future
In a large room filled
With keyboards when
Pressing the note that cries
My prayer to poets
Releases me from sins
When I wrote nothing
Only as I sat alone
Letting the world see me
Fragmented in a pie tin
Barry G. Wick
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