Prayer of Disrepair Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
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It’s not despair—

This, my silent prayer—

To exist in disrepair.

In a world of success,

Reveal me as failure—

A hot, unfixable mess—

Set me up for

Erasure.

Let imposters posture

Like wolves in the pasture.

An appeal to the crowd—

Ignore truth’s demise

By remaining loud.

And, my Lord, my God,

This, right here, is where

I sit down and prepare—

As I haunt alone in prayer—

Forever labeled disrepair.

I once was scared;

This time, I am certain,

The vanishing’s been

Declared.

POET’S NOTE:

Part of the ongoing series: The Rutted Road.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 14, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: March 14th, 2026 07:26
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In collections: The Rutted Road.