Apostate Poem by Ryan Cole

Apostate



Looking away from Eden's Gates
with a long road before me
and an empty place growing
where once there was... what?
Belief? Hope? A promise?
Once a fool
Now, a sage?
Hardly
Only an apostate
feeling the vacuum
that was once faith

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Ryan Cole

Ryan Cole

Santa Monica, California
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