In an empty church
I found myself
With visions
Of the dead
A non believer
In desperate hours
Before the alter
I bowed my head.
In its peace
And tranquility
Breathing doubt
Upon this day
In silence
As if to find
Some belief
To find a way.
Silence tugged
Upon my sleeve
Eyes closed
Wishing for
Conclusion in
My troubled mind
That lay in wait
Behind the door.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
Awesome stuff as always! I imagen its me trying to force myself to find a preace, reckoning or just rockbottom.
thanking you, much appreciated
The search for meaning in life and how you make sense out of chaos. A lovely existential write.
very kind, thanks, appreciated
Faving this was a no Brainer. Great literature.
you are very kind, appreciated and thanks
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