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Crawling
sheltering the habit, we believe is weakness of the mind
no stronger than the body giving in; the truth i find
we're all waiting for miracles from gods we don't believe in
we pray hollow words with the hope they're stronger than wishes
pennies in the well; dollars in the plate, such a shallow faith
there's not much left of the hope we once clutched
desperately searching for the end of this tunnel
widening our eyes in vain; the light died out a long time ago
no longer is there poetry in life, no longer is there romance in death
it's just light and dark
it's stumbling like a blind man
or crawling like a slave
no stronger than the body giving in; the truth i find
we're all waiting for miracles from gods we don't believe in
we pray hollow words with the hope they're stronger than wishes
pennies in the well; dollars in the plate, such a shallow faith
there's not much left of the hope we once clutched
desperately searching for the end of this tunnel
widening our eyes in vain; the light died out a long time ago
no longer is there poetry in life, no longer is there romance in death
it's just light and dark
it's stumbling like a blind man
or crawling like a slave
Published 30th Jul 2023
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31st Jul 2023 2:55am
hello dearest poet I am forever reaching in spite of bad habits my trouble factors in with the voice I hear in my internal doesn't seem to match with what I hear about God I don't know how to proceed with that you know?
