Dissonant Prayer

I stitched a psalm with broken thread,

Knelt beneath a sky long dead.

The altar cracked beneath my knees,

No saints remain — just memories.

I prayed in static, begged in ash,

My voice a flicker in a flash.

No angels came. No demon stirred.

Just silence answering every word.

This is my dissonant prayer —

Half light, half despair.

A scream wrapped in a hymn,

A faith too frayed to begin.

If there’s a god in the noise,

Hear this shattered voice.

Not for salvation or grace…

Just a moment of place.

I folded stars into my hands,

Hoping they'd understand.

But galaxies don’t grant reprieve —

They burn and spiral while we grieve.

My thoughts are holy, cracked, and flawed,

Still echoing the name of god.

Not to worship, not to kneel —

Just to know if pain is real.

This is my dissonant prayer —

A plea that’s barely there.

Through thunder, through the blur,

A whisper someone might hear.

If there’s a heart in the void,

Let it feel what I destroyed.

Not for mercy or peace…

Just for this madness to cease.

I offered my breath.

I offered my past.

But faith is a mirror…

And nothing looks back.

This is my dissonant prayer —

Fading into open air.

A hymn no heaven returns…

Just embers and what still burns.