At the center of it all
Dead in the middle
There is an indescribable ache
That pervades and pulls the strength
Saps the energy of her faith
In righteousness
It cancels her firm belief that
Right and wrong
Actually exist
There must be some part of
What does not happen
That should
And of what should not happen
That does
For the innocent
Still perish and the blameless
Still bleed
so
Why would it matter for her to hold on to something
That might not be real
.
2 comments:
Nice. Missed seeing your postings for awhile; you must have been busy.
love makes it matter...
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