Pray For Me

My voice is fading as I whither away
Trapped in this rubble, I cannot escape
Motionless. Defenseless. Suffocating
My prayers today, too late to carry me
Up to the place that I want to be
I’m becoming weak
The time is near
Pray for me now
I need your prayers
If they only knew the secrets I’ve kept
They will die with me today
My soul lost in this debris
My remains scattered among these ashes 
Left to decompose for eternity
With the others who have failed
And will today die with me
Pray for us
Pray for me
I need your prayers
If they only knew the lies
That I will bury today
It won’t be long now
Smoke surrounds me
All I see is gray 
I struggle to breathe, gasping for air
Night is falling
And so am I
In and out of consciousness
I pray, but my prayers are undeserving
It’s not enough
I need your prayers too
To get me to the place that I hope to be
But it’s cold
And so am I
A hard heart is what I’ve carried around
And still, I pray
For forgiveness in this my weakest moment
But I need your prayers too
To get me to the place I don’t deserve to be
For this is my last breath
And I’ve done all that I can do

Someone who is looking back on his life, owning up to his transgressions. He's fearful, worried, and begging for forgiveness.

Written in 2003

Copyright, The Poetry of Bryan Buser