Face of Failing God
Face with downcast looks show pores each firmly said
an epic prayer of weeping trust now gushed in shed
glows on shrines of hope erected in dreams that humbly read
'dear god, fight my foes in my weakened stead’.
Voices so many that number cannot round
lament in scorns of sadness enveiled in the sound
of plummeting beneath the abyss’ bottom reflecting redound
that journeys lower to endless hollows burrowing underground.
Face scarred with tearful grabs that yearn for help indeed
drops the saps of lives in pains that paralyze and bleed
from heart of eyes incarcerated to scathing of the keyed
pad of locks that churns the souls like hallucinogenic knead.
Hands are grabbing straws that flutter away from cursed reach
in weightless strain to flee perdition self—imposedly impeach
themselves from saving a wounded hand shakedly beseech
themselves in selfish hoist to lift the guilt’s echoing screech.
Face shouts in birthing pains that crowns the heads in rip
of souls’ veil torn apart with sobbings of the grip
by souls’ misery mimed with idioms of punitive whip
that lashed the backs of shackled hearts with incising schisms’ scrip.
Light of tunnel’s tail—end coils nearer to the sight
draws the souls from gushing pain with elliptic rite
that heals the wounds of slaughtered faiths drenched in the blight
hopes reaped in collection trays’ doctrinal delight.
Face distraught from severed ties left ashamed of flaws
forfeit medal valored chest by souls’ newfound awes
of yielding light that hides not away from painful gnaws
of earthly engines’ misjuxtaposed in heavy laden draws.
