Revival

Again I stare
without really being able to
-illusions

The verity terrifies
the dreams, the lies I deify
In despair I fail to understand
whether the dreams create the scruples
or the other way around

As the eyes begin to sting
I am swallowed by an abstract state
The spirit of indifference is here

Apathetic, searching
The sorrow feels preposterous
within this psychotic chaos
The will smoothers
the spew from the past

Weakened I dry out the faith
and then kiss its forehead
uncertain
slavering

This inner depression is a sort of religious
(apocalyptic)
No clammy hands can alter me
My God
Alleviate the many distressed
I firmly proclaim,
Hand out the water to those who thirst