Days of Despair

munch

between days of faith and despair

the clock counts down the hours until my next descent

on the edge of the bed the world falls apart

it grows cold as my body crumbles beneath worn sheets

there’s only ghosts to keep me company now

as yesterday haunts and tomorrow taunts

there’s only suffering as the

cold morning creeps through the door

there’s no one to call my own

nothing to cling to when I’m drowning in my sleep

between days of belief and betrayal

all you can do is speak the truth

with all your heart intact

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