Without Faith

Never knowing
Never going
Anything
Anywhere

The world is lost
Deprived of a future

Exhausted we are,
Say the old

Exhausted we are,
Say the working young

Tired are we,
Say the leaders

Dead is the hope
And the spirit of faith

Alone are the happy
Many are the weak

Alive are the strong
For dead are the meek

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I added the last stanza way later after reviewing the poem and reading it again. I wrote it while on campus, just thinking about how pointless everything is. It's different than what I usually write, and I like it.