That’s me in the corner,
waiting for the other shoe
to fall. Faith no more,
shaken, my core beliefs taken;
they are unanswered questions.
Too many trials, no more
do smiles grace me; they deface me.
Shadows linger longer, sweeping
me to my knees. No pleas are heard.
It is assured, I’m losing my religion.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik -2013


Carrying this burden, my steps
traverse the room; my leg bends
and my back breaks. Stumbling like a drunk
I fall, landing softly upon my poetry, a wish
that my diminishing virtue rebounds
to pull me from this ditch and restore me
to the palace of poetic parlance.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013


Written for The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #91