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Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Loss of Faith



The world in shadow
The falling rain is poison
Look, there is nothing

Fertilize with pain
Gardeners with their shovels
Dig beneath gray skies

Nothing to choose from
The cultivation of thorns
A heart piercing loss

Is there purpose here
Death of honesty, and grace
Smothered with deceit

All our plans falter
The truth has no recourse, act
Hollow devotion

Ill reminders serve
The dead, always questioning
Why me, why sorrow

Only the living
Are lonely in a garden
Death has the other

The world in shadow
The falling rain is poison
Reach, there is nothing

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