They say this is the calm before the storm
When really it is just a seemingly everlasting drought
A drought reassuring the doubt..
Consuming the faith I worked so hard to establish
Now this desert so dry crumbles the fabric
Rinkles the canvas under whichh my life sought cover
Now not knowing to zig or to zag
Or to zag or zig?
Without a steady direction I stumble aimlessly
Living in the now
Moving to the future where I am trapped in a famine of faith,
And a hurricane of doubt.













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