deconstruction.

I used to be sure

hell, I used to be safe

now I’m dragging my feet

on the thin ice of faith

I used to sing hymns

hell, I used to say prayers

now my worship has ceased

and silence fills my days

I used to see heaven

hell, I used to hear God

now the beyond is a mystery

and those senses are numb

the vocabulary was clear

the system set

now I’m wrestling with words

now is when I need faith

I think God is where

I’m falling

but they would say it’s

hell