Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Prayer is Key

So many words I have to say

To spill whatever's on my mind.

I think, I speak, I do not pray,

And often find my words unkind.

Not getting my way in the past,

Does fill my mind with resentment.

And my mind goes to anger fast

When in the now I'm not content.

And for the future I think fear

That I will not have what I want.

In my mind I let thoughts appear,

And then my words come out to haunt.

If more a prayer I would be,

My locked up mind could find a key.