I write the words I cannot pray.

Too false for Heaven, too honest for Hell.

I must tell the truth by lying well.

I write the words I cannot pray.

I hold my breath—one-second, two-seconds—I find the words I cannot say.

I must tell the truth by lying well.

Too false for Heaven, too honest for Hell.

I click my pen and write my heart open.

I write the words I cannot pray.

—W. Alexander

Do me a favor, if you like my short poem, please tweet it or share it. I know so many feel this way. I have been learning, reading, and writing poetry in school lately. I have very little gage on what is good, and what is not. Although, I hope you like it all the same.

I write the words I cannot pray, too false for Heaven, too honest for Hell, telling the truth by lying well. —W. Alexander

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