Her Faith

Did not foresee

Or pretend to know

Her heart cindering

Burning in ashes

Suffocating

Her fears realized

Having lost all desire

A whispering voice burns

Mocking her faith's

Audacity

Caring not, her nerve

Eclipsed by fate's hand

Disgusted and angry

She no longer feels or

Accepts

She raises her

Wine glass, mocking

Her inability to fully

Recognize, left alone

Lost

She mutters softly

"My life is but a leaf

Withering surely crumbling

Worn out by faith's retreating

Shadows."

Edwin James

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