The Thinning Faith

The whipped up temper 
for a mass destruction― 
of thoughts. A squeaking floor, 

summons the― 
last measure of strength, to manipulate 
the blackboards, 

to draw skylights, 
to do everything to bring in 
the hope. 

A fracturing dilemma 
seeks annexation from the blind faith. 
You had started doubting on yourself. 

Beyond the high pitched 
dramatics of banging doors, I 
stand below the windows for harmony.