After Thoughts

Do these prayers pierce the ceiling?
Dark caverns
Stale and cold
Questions linger
Hanging in the mist
Thirsty promises
Verses that echo in
Their hollowness
Slow drip of tears
Adding to black pools
Kneeled pleas carved across cave’s walls
Fingers retrace every word
Hunting for the flaw
That tilting error
So many sealed passages
Feeling through awful dark
Is there a hall of answers?
A file for unborn lives?
Pages drenched in should be’s
Maps with no beginning?
Air damp with theories
Stripped naked of an answer
Reverberating cry
Stone walls slow to swallow
Praise the only pathway
Lonely possibility
Powerless to touch the past
Comfort’s absurd conduct