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Domestic Faith

Don’t we live such sad lives,
trading whispers for gold.
Redirecting promises
for the unforetold.

Laughter rolls its way into argument,
salvation makes you starve,
And the love that you once felt
is orphaned and barred

It’s sad how close the distance comes,
and seeps it’s way around,
until the wife chokes on her partner’s
own dim, sweating sound.

Did we come so far for this--
An absentminded
The settlement of devotion?

Though happiness
true fades away,
And sometimes a day
is just a day
it’s that struggle
in the come-what-may,
that the children
shy, indulge in.

Tell me could you cry,
just for yourself?
Could you pray
for someone else?
Or is it a path that you
lost long ago,
to a land that you
no longer know

The brambles press
and the thorns grow
but there’s a heart
between those branches.

Amid those grey fights
and raised voices
are calm, colored

And It’s not always
about beating the odds
but then again
what are the chances?

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