Lost

I crack my head

on the day’s inanities.

My life swirls away

like smoke.

My questions rise and fall

back on my head, unanswered.

I hold God between two fingers

ready to drop.

I hold out my pain

and it is not taken.

So the litany of days

go down into darkness.

I am blinded.

Blind, I step out.

There is

no other way.

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~ by Mark Neal on January 22, 2009.

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