we waste our lives
seeking the divine
and clouding our minds
with vices and
sugar-coated lies.
When these are removed,
what's left of the soul,
but remnants and
pieces of a curious
mental disease no medicine can cure
and few hearts can endure
but we press on in spite of the pain
that multiplies and divides and
we call it progression and a life lesson
so it lessens the weight in fraudulent claims
but the whispers in the silent dark
say the emptiness remains.
