[OC] [FB] Faith of the lost

A personal poem about losing my faith, it's been tough, but slowly getting better.

Before the trees and gods were felled.  

The branches beckoned, me to climb.  
Ascend, and touch the sky divine  

The roots proclaimed: forget the tree!  
Just trust in what your eyes can see.  

But, life without the light is hard.  
I often wish the leaves would part,  

to let me see the sky again,  
and light my path on dark terrain.  

But if above is like below,  
perhaps the sky was always faux  

I choose, for now, to stay down here,  
to make some fire and a spear.  

And walk the path with all it's fear,  
to face the foes that may be near.  

Perhaps that path will come and cross,  
another soul alone and lost. ```  

By me, Goodman