Prose Decomposed #6: Owen Meaney
Uncertainty
A foundation built on nothing I could see
Secure in your immaculate perception
The last resort I ever thought I’d exercise
Now, all that I have to stand on
Grieving from a different point of view
I learned it’s meaning from you
In life and death
And continue
…But faith is just a
Silent tribute
Mine is just a desperate act
Give him back
I owe him
Throw [...]
