The day we forgot GOD.
Tears fell upon shaken sod.
Only to find myself alone.
Empty it was, a hollow home.
Sand and dust across time.
Grow and retreat, it was mine.
Lost in confusion of plastic ways.
Time is money for every day.
Lost in a fold of a lost earth.
Crumbled church, the gutter waif.
Cold hearts sing in the choir.
Satans song, road of the fire.
from my poem book - DREAMS