He Lost His Faith But Not His Morality

Eyes damp from the struggles, you sit alone


in a crowded room, portraying the role


of a focused student, while in reality


not a word in the novel has been read.


Figures parade around in your chapel,


and ghosts of misconceptions hover over your puddles of grief.


Not one of these shapes welcomed to the service.


Calm air is consumed,


through blackholes of fog that fills your conscience, 


raindrops continue to kiss your face,


you have yet to grasp onto the concrete.