Smacked
What is
this constant faith that drives?
Despite
my tries to deny and reject it strives
Perhaps a
memory so far and deep, of who knew me before I saw light?
Perhaps
instilled by mother who wanted me to have inner delight?
Do you
cry from being hugged by warmth you know is divine?
But then
I remember the world and it begins to fade like old wine
Test or
lunacy, faith is a crucible
That it
opposes reason as it’s separated by the logical
Constant
ebbing and flowing are the emotions of life
Success is
barely a kiss remembered, while mistakes hanging on are rife
Is this
divine punishment for rejecting fate?
No
breakthrough to happiness, always a locked gate
Crisis
and hope, those endless fires
Confusion
and sadness the constant coal that smolders like lit tires
Everywhere
I go memories lift then taunt
A circle
of faith then fall, it’ll take a sweet moment for forever to lift
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