November, 2007
I feel dead and empty
I barely have tears for my failures
cross-legged
my knees can't bear kneeling.
clamoring for the sacred
alienated
from myself, my life
my God
I have no faith to ask
asking has hurt me in the past
needing an answer
but without a question
my day is stale
does not sustain
hard, flat light on a night bus ride
this is what I see
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