Faith — Neil J Burnell

Muffled, and low
Dimmed behind the glow
Latent—can’t blow
Caged, ticking to go
Loud cries arose

Stories to tell
Misfit and ill
Latent—lest they peril
Recorded, in seals they dwell
There they lie, upon a rusty sill

Guilt is weighing on
The burden is all grown
Latent—Can’t be thrown
Embodied, crushing bone
The way to die alone

Muhammad Hashim