An empty block.
A blotch of black;
another then another.
Once fully white,
now just cracks.
The black spreads on.
It hurts, I cringe.
A tarnished life,
once so pure.
I stretch my hand,
no one at the other end.
Silence, not his voice,
numbness, not his touch.
I want you Oh Lord;
pass me another block.
White without blotches;
love, purity, sanctity.
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