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Loss of Faith


by Lou Godbold


 

Somewhere

in the night of my mind

there is a hope

that kindness will restore

that place

deep

dead

inside of me.

 

Those in whom

I have placed my trust

have taken, shaken

and abused

my willingness

to believe.

 

If only there were

left, only an empty shell

and not this wreathing, writhing

blackness.

 

Charred faith

charred hope

charred trust

 

dust to dust.

 


 

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