Uprooted

Root-bound,
struggling to exist,
seeds once planted in faith.

Brilliance shines no more.
Corroded beliefs peel like old paint
of a leaded and fading past.

Amens cried out to a false god no
longer ring true. Time is now the
enemy, bulldozing hope into the ground.

Reality sings on a paper thin edge,
as lies dance to the silent tune.
Hope crosses its gnarled fingers.

Making sense of little, turning
day to night. Uprooted and
abandoned under a shiny veneer.