• poetic_ule 10w

    Bake my faith

    bake my faith
    make it effervescent again
    until then let me
    puke on this white slate
    i wish the stakes
    go as high again
    as they went
    long back
    sometime soon
    so that i feel lively
    and set fire to this page
    neither do i believe in a sermon
    nor the sage
    i reside in the
    penumbra of your shade
    the sun hits your face
    when it fades
    i have come of age
    death and life
    have had the strife
    and everything seems to fade
    everything evades me
    like a corpse i lie
    resigned by faith.