The Believer

He spent ten minutes.
Every day he spent ten minutes,
never questioning the validity of it.
Sometimes doing more but never less,
holding on to it.
Yet he never understood.
He did it to assure himself,
gaining confidence from his faith.
To the world it looked like he truly believed,
He told them it gave him purpose,
he told them it was hope,
and he seemed spiritual now.
Until the last moment,
where he realized there was no absolution,
no salvation, only darkness.
The daily prayer,
hoping for a better life,
A life after death.
But the darkness is spinning,
as he waits and realizes,
His prayer was wasted.