The Light Faded Gently

My Word Wizard Prompt of 6th Feb:

The light gently
faded into darkness.
Then, salvation faded
also – way beyond reality.

Belief

Robert from Poetic Asides gave this prompt on Groundhog Day: write a poem about belief. The forum there already holds some amazing pieces.

Here it is (English version, for now):

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Belief –

So arbitrarily used

So randomly applied

So rarely correctly

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I’m asking for relief

from all fake belief

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Hole, Nov PAD 19

a poem with a hole in it

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A hole is emptiness

Surrounded by matter.

Are holes material?

And does it matter?

If it is nothing,

Then why we name it?

A hole is there

By its un-there-ness.

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