Date Posted:03:51:10 03/18/01 Sun Author:Samantha G Kennedy Subject: Finding Faith, Through The Dark Corridors Of Doubt
I'm damaged, each time the rumours fall un-feeling
Pop-corn crackles of interference
retreating teardrops trail the window pane, such
is my pretence.
Hallucinations stimulate non-committal response
demons my own, unfold like opening hands after prayer,
so raising the vapour like a bird expelled
in explosive storm.
My sanity, is a lucid analysis of reverie
expiration reflections deliver conflict to future assumptions,
whilst the swells of my brain cleanse the flat shore of hope
with a sigh.
The sky appears to strike the treetops
painting red clouds in the teeming rain, blood circulates
whimsical liberty eclipses doubt, abandoning, as..
I touch faith.
