No Ritual, No Faith. (NaPoWriMo Day 11)

Today's never ending litany of prompts I found on the internet, again did nothing for me, sparked nothing and felt like an endless sea of shit from an endless sea of morons. The Moron Shit Sea that is internet poetry.

BTW I'm not even sure Erasure such even count as writing poetry, it's a separate thing in my mind somehow.

So I just wrote whatever came to me today. Turned out blank verse-y.

No Ritual, No Faith

We wait for him under a sky so grey.
The weight of air feels so unfair and pressing.
No words to chant, no drone to fill our mouths.
We sit, or stand, shuffling our hands and brains.
Beliefs once clear, hold no sense here, no more.
Egos that sing our damage within is all.
We look at clouds and our lips pout. We are lost.