We all have our private madness
I’m no exception to the rule
I know those waves of inner torment
So all-consuming and so cruel

I have seen the world fading
All its fullness drained of hue
And the long wait for its returning
Never knowing when it’s due

If there was a god to pray to
If I had a soul to heal
You would see me every evening
Go down to the church and kneel

©2017 by Chris Floyd

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