A Small Reprieve

Peace sweeps through the alter,

On one stormy eve.

But, pray tell, what reprieve –

Could bless such scorched earth, that I do walk?

As I do sing, the winds to sleep.

Once I failed,

Twice I caved.

And now, what new sins doth do creep?

Quieten my jaded voice,

And drench my skin in salty fears.

For now, I see no path for which I am meant to walk.

For now, I see no action, for which I am meant to fake.

Only for now, I say I am done.

A small reprieve, for this liar’s sake.

-N.B.

(featured image taken on a clear day before the storm)

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