When calls the ground

Tears fall from my eyes,
        hit the ground
                     not a sound.

As faith disappears,
                              I fear.

The loss, so great
            full of hate
                            I await.

The chance approaches
            to avenge
                        my fears

 that drove me to
            the place that
                           I’m in.

Is it a sin,
           of the bad,
                  of the good,
as I pray.

A cubby,
           just a hole
                in the ground.

Taken away……
                  not a sound.