Midnight

Let me begin
By asking when
Should circumstances
Demand I give my all?

When I’m sure of myself?
Completed my prayers while knelt?
And passed through the most
Holiest of halls?

For everything I do
Draws from resources so few
It’s not easy
Being me

Once a deed has been done
My composure weighs a ton
It becomes a burden
Just to act civilly

So I must make haste
And flee the public space
Forgive my sudden departure
I haven’t been invited to the rapture