the life clock ticks moment by moment an agonizing reminder of loss; faith slipping through my fingers like dust washed from gold by hydrogen cyanide

My forgotten prayers all blurred, my guts are wrenched pleading for resurrection from the death I call life, and the light that never comes

Outside, the horror of east coast snow and worthless gossiping tongues and liars, false, fake, hypocrites

I stand at the edge of my faith, a crumbling precipice,where trust once thrived,now only an abyss of doubt filled with silence where faith turned to dust

All that exists now is my crumpled heart, a ledger of sins written in invisible ink,stories half-told, the burden of unanswered questions

In the mirror my reflection stares back each once the face of a believer now lost to the wind of others and in despair and agony I physically sit, awaiting death and not one would know nor care

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