Grace

Falling away from the world of grace,
twirling down a faithful scene,
awaiting the pain that breaks the newly sown heart.
Hearing the voice of comfort descending away from a spirit,
never to be seen again.
Tying to find force on the up above but crawling to a non existent.
Nothing to believe but only to hide from the death defying lust,
longing for the cure, but for it to never be found,
hurting for the tear, bleeding for the fear.
Giving up at an everyday expense,
only for the one who cared to be shamed of what to become.
Blankness forms in the eyes of youth, slowly beginning to close, as starting to fall away from the world of grace