Silent country reflected in our eyes

The world is still

A pregnant silence

The prophet sleeps inside me

Does it sleep in every man?

I can sense it

I am imperfect

I am empty

I long to burn

Food leaves me empty

My thought is convoluted

It only makes me hungry for more

I am broken

I no longer question it

I know

I will never see those shores

To fill myself with the bread of life

My faith waiting

I will hunger always

What a waste

 

I am flawed

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