the faith is thin
it breaks in its own steps
it's been long suffered
it's been long held tightly
it's been long draining
from under the skin
a colour gone
a temperature abandoned
hope is all that hangs on shoulders
all that sticks to the roof of a mouth
it is not faith
it does not fill
but keeps the empty halls
clean ready for what must come.
Mar 20, 2011
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