Write! with Peter Hering

I’ve been down the path
of no return. A few times.

Keep the faith.

The light in your eyes is
so painfully blue;
the depth of your perfection
so arousingly new.
Keep the faith, for awhile.

Life is full of silent screams,
of ‘just got luckys’ and ‘could have beens’.

Stuff like this just pops into my head at all hours of the day and night. Should I be worried? Keep the faith.

The thing you can imagine
becomes blind, the more you see;
the hope that transcends you
is refined, the more you believe.

Analysis:
Well, at least it rhymes. Keep the faith.