Keeping Faith

I am unsure why, when I'm alone in this cell,
I start to dwell, on heaven and hell.

Much I have lost within these four walls,
lost, gone, insignificant to all.

Wanting right now, as my mind is dense.
In this hole, this hole of belligerence. 

Salvation from above can it really rescue me?
before my soul drowns, in this adversity. 

The ringing of despair cannons of every wall.
with night after night of solitude
I get so dazed, and confused with it all.

However, my heart knows there is more,
So I turn to the cross. 
And the mercy of God I do pray for.

So on this perilous path, however unsafe.
I will drip away this stone, I will always keep faith. 

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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