Soliloquy of a Monotheist
From those dreadful days to these frightful nights, From that mournful incapacity to this woeful inability, From those neglectful spectators to these prudent observers, From that reactionary insensation to this mastered hyper-vigilancy: One constant - You, And yet all those voices You surround me with, And all those faces You ground me in, Question, sometimes Your existence, at times Your Love: Silently some days, on some others out loud! I shudder at the thought of that gradual loss of Belief, They express it right, I have turned proud.