Forbidden

Why am I so despicable?
Why do I fidget?
Frustrated fool that I am,
Why do I so lack courage?


I stand before God
Yet I am faithless;
I’d come to his altar to pray,
I manage only silence.


I sit there for minutes……
Minutes seem hours;
And for hours I dream,
My prayers now forgotten.


Is it so difficult to ask
For the thing you want the most?
I wonder if my desire holds true
As I fail to utter a syllable.


Perhaps some prayers
Are never to be heard;
But what of those
That are conceived, but left unuttered.


Why is it that my lips are frozen?
That I am not allowed my prayer;
As if the Father of Eden himself
Warns me of the Forbidden Fruit.