Shipwrecked Faith Poem by Martin Greyford

Some hopes shattered
By that one radical miscellaneous mistake
Penned down in the fresh thin air
Flying flamboyantly above

The dark-skinned waters of madness
Bringing terror to my God forsaken
Soul in a shipwrecked faith
Abandoned in the mist of vapourised prayers.

In the dream of my lateness
To grasp the meaning of understanding
Which is left to soar
High above the grounds

In nourishment to my already succumbed spirit
Yet unable to attain
The Glimpse of tomorrow
Though the capacity is loaded

To the measure for happenstance given herein.
Perhaps, maybe
Strive to thrive on the contrary
Which is least better compared to the numbness....

Numb I say..... In quietness perceived
Intriguing thoughts killing me......
Slowly but later help me
Become conscious....... Allowing me to call it a day.