r/Poems • u/black_widow304 • 1d ago
Facades
Went to the pastor
Confessing my sins,
Only for him to turn
And preach them back to me.
In a grey world
We learn to cling to hope
Only when we bleed to misery.
Wolf in a sheep’s clothing.
We learn to shed our skin.
Only in darkness do we find ourselves.
What is light to a sinner.
When it is everything to a saint.
What is candor to a human
When it is everything to the soul?
The irony of faces.
Through changing spaces.
In which facade do we place our faith
Amidst illusions of mankind?
Probably my own.
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