Head in hands
alone in the pew
the tears that you cry
fall on your shoe.
No one is around to
witness your regret
for all the people
you have upset.
Left on your own
to find the answers
to the lies that
you spread like a cancer.
You lower your head
to pray for inspiration
not out of hope
but desperation.
nice poem!
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