Lost Faith

by Milo   Oct 24, 2019


Red is the color of the trees,
covered in blood that
bares witness to
the slaughter with me.

A testament to the witch
that made me sit here and watch.
All of them, innocent enough
and real enough in my dream
to make me weep and cry.
I shake my head in tears,
looking down at the dead
trying to convince myself that
all of this isn't real.

No matter how hard how I try,
my heart continues to break
in pieces like the
cluster of pink flowers
falling to their graves.

I started to chant unfamiliar
bible scriptures, the words
crawling under my skin.
I am not a religious man
but for the dying trees among the bodies,
I'll do anything to save them.

I lost faith quicker than
the cherry blossom trees as
they are engulfed in flames
by the laughing victorious witch.
I could hear the screams
as they burn up to the sky.

I woke up disappointed.

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