Within a Steady Flow of Time(Mass Decay)

a triquatrain poem

It seems we don't believe what we can't conceive.
The Jesus till has run dry
Faith collapses, another season passes.
I've given up on the lie.

A baby's cry the room adorns, as another child is born.
Beaming with innocence and life.
Through a window a breeze flows, another season comes and goes.
The young innocence learns strife.

Where do we all go from here? We've built a life full of fear.
Now another year just fades away.
Every day a life is lost seems no matter what the cost.
As I fritter and waste the long day.

The sunlight intensifies my malaise, caught within a rats maze.
I always said what I meant
What is the meaning of your grieving?
Still I lived and couldn't make a dent.