nov 1 | sunday

~ Nuciferas

in the absence of faith
no resentment becomes the filler
i look at the empty and renounce
in the absence of hope
bitterness has no home
i look at the empty and renounce
there is no absence so holy
that it needs a temple of brick and mortar
only the beating of this heart
and the sheer will to continue

Published by Nuciferas

I write poetry and short stories.