April 26, 2017

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as he leaves the church
an empty smile on his face
exchanging pleasantries
with faceless parishioners
a hollow ache fills his chest
and he mourns the loss
of his faith

the pain
like the pain of love lost
is almost too much to bear
the fire that burned so brightly
when he was a child
is now all but
extinguished

every sunday
he puts on his nicest clothes
and once again reaches out for his faith
only to feel the phantom pains
of an amputee




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