By no small feat, she stands alone Holding on to the promises Keeping to the faith She has prayed To the gods of old To no avail Her cries falls on deaf ears She takes her faith into her own hands Looking for gods in places left forgotten Making sacrifices on altars That was once…
Tag: belief
Hope for Tomorrow
I look for the light Crave for it My thoughts have been derailed The train has lost its course This worry I feel I wear it like a second skin Closer to me than a kin I am sinking Dying Drowning Destitute and alone Waiting for the medication to kick in My hands have begun…
A plain of make believe
There are marks down her arms Scars where the skin used to be Her wrists don’t work anymore She is bruised Screaming The pain is beyond anything she knows She is lost Dreaming Her voice won’t breach the church walls She calls for God But her ears have gone deaf She can’t here his voice…
Spice and Nice 