Confined

 
I kneel down and begin to pray.

Praying for a release from this prison in which I am confined.
I pray for answers but am always denied.

I’m kneeling down once again.

This time I’m begging for answers and the relief that I crave.
To this depression I am a slave.

Here I am remaining on my knees.
This time I don’t crave a release.

This time I am longing for the strength to endure this imprisonment and the bravery to confess my sins.
I have plenty of wrong doings piled up like a computers overflowing garbage bins.