Tuesday disappeared
in a wall of water and sound,
a pounding from sources unseen
but real.
Have you ever tasted faith?
Bittersweet with apprehension
and promise.
A new day,
a different way,
but be sure to change the lightbulbs,
or you'll stumble in the dark.
The sun didn't rise;
bathed in filtered, soggy white,
I stretched through pain
and sang along
to someone else's Hurt,
just waiting to exchange
one skyline for another.
Author notes
It was raining when I woke up...can you tell?
Comments
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wow.. Have you ever tasted faith?
that IS really good!
if i were the murdering type i'd say that to my victims
but as it were i am not the type...
so maybe i'll save it for my last words...
hope you don't mind..
bravo!
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This was just lovely. I thought it was very mellow, very profound. I loved the imagery and the end that you gave it, but this was my fave line:
Have you ever tasted faith?
That was just fucking gold. Loved it.
Slip
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