Desaturation

I hold you like a prayer in temple walls;it&#8217;s not enough--this faith is like a lightdiminishing to dust. A terror callsfrom deep within--all is not aright.<br/><br/>There is no Heaven here, the dimming daybespeaks a solitude beyond us alland, epic as we are, there is no wayto shield ourselves from sorrow when it falls.<br/><br/>Why did I love? There is a sadness here,a silhouette of every mortal gasp.Must I become subservient to fear?It has become the only thing to grasp.<br/><br/>The years are turpentine, your colors strippedaway. You are a ghost. My heart is ripped. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>