sin no sin second

In hope
is where Gods dwell
we must not keep it a secret
the power that be
sees

God is an imagery,
a pillar to hold
when none is as solid
to behold

I composed poetry since eons
I dwell in smaller mercies
Humour mostly as life without it
is crap really

We all come to face the music
some last long enough
some brave it
many like me,
who are, deaf
can only smile
at those who fail to convince...

Life is one long struggle mainly
we all face it hopefully
individually
that's alone our lot
each one is dealt
with a minuscule difference

So be it!