Misplaced Faith
I pull myself deeper
as my mind is a weight that
pulls me down
into the ocean where
all the strange and ugly creatures
make their home in my
abandoned temple
worn down by the hands of
those who built me
in the name of the worship
of a creature called 'love'
which like all worshipped deities
does not exist in the real world,
but only in the minds of the
deperate and needy who look
feverishly for a purpose
and who fall
hook, line and sinker.
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