porcelain faith

Huddled on the floor I silently weep
and in despair gaze
Into the distance washed blank :

Solitary in the lonely blackness,
A sullen man sleeps
Yet still he lights the sky,

A resemblance of my faith
A dull porcelain
Yet still holding value in prosperity.

For years I have mistreated him so,
Lost myself in the remnants of broken promises
And lived a lie of an extinguished flame.

Once a weary eye has sighted
a bargain for it's worth ;
That eye should rightfully stay affixed.