Owen Meaney


Uncertainty
a foundation built on nothing i could see
secure in your immaculate perception
the last resort i thought i'd ever exercise
now, all that i have to stand on
grieving from a different point of view
i learned it's meaning from you
in life and death
and continue
...but faith is just a
silent tribute
mine is just a desprate act
give him back
i owe him
throw me a line, i'll suspend
my disbelief
and concede
following your lead
faithfully
led into this concession with hope and doubt
a seemingly futile gesture
my faith is just a silent tribute
this just a desperate act
holding on
it's just this desperation that
takes me home

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