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The hope is despairing,
Like a goodbye that is forgotten,
Buried in the cinders and ashes of the lost,
Hidden and cold to our eyes
That are so aching with frost.
We alone cannot spy the terror,
Rising like a tattoo on our hearts,
The brittle fear a crescendo on our ears,
Letting loose a dark wave of sound
That we never want to hear.
Striking like an anvil inside us,
Beautifully breaking us
Into shattered pieces that know no home,
Alone in the ashes of a burned world.
Tattered in our obscurity,
As if we have been stolen
Into the heart of a black hole,
Where no light shines
And fire is over,
Never to begin again.
And our dark wraps like a cocoon around us,
Silencing the hard glare of light
Where we are calm,
And it seems peace has finally taken
Our broken selves.
Not healed, but brought together,
In no way the same,
Like a forgotten past
Or a future never seen.
Forever is siren in our heads,
Telling that we will never be
That old life’s destiny
Because we are cracked with despair,
Like pale ashes blown in the wind
Remains of what they used to be,
Always knowing what they lost,
Yet following the wind nevertheless.
Current Mood: contemplative