what do i do without faith

my fault lies with morals

the decision baked in glass

that didn’t survive the oven

or a proper thought

this flag flying isn’t white

i wave on this pole

with my feet off the ground

for all to see the razed earth beneath me

and the cross on my neck

telling me i did the right thing

praying this high off the earth

does nothing

as my fingers go numb

from pressing them together

in hopes of a savior

but no one can hear me

with the wind blowing away my words

and scattering the letters

to the faraway trees

where my voice doesn’t matter

my prayers were the first to go

my morals somehow survived the fall