Faith Wipes From Your Face a Tear

Wilderness and wickedness our lives stalk When one circumstance slips from our wheels Other unexpected glitches talk Defeat, nagging at our heels In an imminent sense of fear When blues in marriage Spectres of a tear Dysfunction assails the carriage Our life runs without flaw Diffidence from nowhere sprinkles blues Prompting our soul to draw From unseen queues Conclusions Imminent defeat Fed in wads of delusions Nibble at the feet That stand on solid ground To shake and quake As doubt spins round and round Insinuating a fake lake In which swims disaster Our future to swallow As debacle prospects faster and faster Administer a deadly blow That giggles Blasting to smithereens our faith In digit singles And defeat’s breath On our neck On our nape A few seconds a speck with little respect Snatched from the very core of our cape Until we draw water from the wilderness To whip our way clear To land us into waters of calmness and happiness And nip in the bud from our face traces and vases of a tear.