Dead Faith

Pardon my mask I will put you on pedestal to torment me, because you were necessary for my existence. When I prepare finally my death wish you can smile. Your eyes are looking through my head, I know, you were hurt from my moon face. I will wash your feet with my tears now. Exhausted, nameless in a crowd I was counting my see-through triumphs all piled up as burned out bones. To live without meaning is very painful. Everything is abused for self gratification. Over a black sky, against the mountains the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith. SATISH VERMA