Desert

Have my rituals become futile?

Has my pride surpassed devotion?

I lay it sacred, do you not see?

Not a day slumbered without it.

But now, of it I am being deprived.

Should this dispirit me?

Is this my cue to impede?

Or must this coarsen me?

But why do you not expel the ache?

Are you not deserting me?