Losing Faith

If everyone were to be,
then does being really exist?

Drowning crisis
Choking on the others
often imitated but never replicated--

the pounding of a single drum
becoming an army of falsities

Faith is falling
Faith is crashing

Her wings clipped and replaced
Shimmery, lacy words are attached
They sparkle but say nothing

Imperfect was her daughter:
Beauty and Strength...
She stood alone.

Time passes to fix, and fix what is already pure.

Imperfect turned into a following
an intriguing sensation worldwide
But if everyone were to be,
does being really exist?

There is a candlelit flame inside
it gasps for air
The essence begins to smother and fade
And so does my Faith