London Poem: Day 13

30 August

Faith becomes that which binds us.
Hard sounds, rough and jagged
Escape fully to encroach
On our pleasant moments.
But, trust in where life may lead us
Allows even the sharpest
Jabs to fizzle
After the cold course of the day
Finds its end.
Blink with me,
And watch it end;
We remove and
Wait for happiness to return.
For everything is coming and going
And just as joy fades
So to will the pain
That unfolds to make a cold night colder.

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