Oh ye, what is left when hope is gone?
Do belief, faith and charity, follow along?
Devoid of sunlight, leaving only rain
Like child, sole experience being pain
Doth we never see or hear again
Feelings thought to be with us anon
Pleasantly, enjoyment stolen from
A world devoid of sunshine whence it came
Behold emotive scene to love anew
The mountain and the valley meet as two
In Church, with steeple, inside empty pew
Song of silence sung with words so few
Away be gone what once was held so dear
Enjoyment lost, betray ungodly fear
What hath been left for those with little faith?
Come unto me – prey, ingratiate
Belief hath lost its path and put asunder
Like ship in port ne’er to see the ocean
Like parent ne’er to love their only child
Oh ye, what is left when all’s defiled…
And all but those of faith hath gone astray
Fallen by the wayside, gone away
One on top of other, they are piled
Whispers shout aloud – then all is quiet.
sensualism 
Have I ever mentioned that I love the way you write? Because I do
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Thanks – I don’t know where it comes from – I just love words. Have you read Emily Dickinson? One of the greatest poets that ever lived! A taste:-
I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity
Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be
The little toil of love, I thought
Was large enough for me.
Oh, what a gem!
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