Look Round
Imagination stretches trembling fingertips
to touch the edge of faith
Hope never takes a rest
no matter how impressed
Watch you grip your mist
and argue it is true
Clenching earth with feet
as cloud drenched sea passes high above
Religion poisoned the love it tries to grow
I walk in atheism
Help because i can
Hope you find your God
Leave me in my lost decorum
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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