Despair in your life
Came a little premature
But what you gonna do
When things come unearthed
You just sift right through the rubble
Trying to find the treasure
Searching for meaning
When things are disturbed
For there’s a whole lot to learn
From the ashes and remnants
With your structures destroyed
As you just dwell without pleasance
Destruction an art
That never asks your acceptance
To catch the truest emotion
And expose your dependence
Just a drop in the bucket
Of an ocean of pain
And not one man alive
Holds a measure to claim
For the waves and the tides
Will rise and refrain
And life will continue
No matter how bad it rains
So when the dam breaks
And the lands are all flooding
And you think to yourself
That you’re left with nothing
Frail and exposed
In a fashion so grudging
Know the waters will drain
To bring a flower’s new budding
And life will be grand
And all will seem well
When hope is restored
And remains there to dwell
And the tales we will tell
Of our time in hell
Where once we cried
We’ll but laugh, as compelled
And slowly but surely
Our memories will fade
We’ll forget of the pain
How it once portrayed
How it felt like the end
That dwelling of shame
And we’ll start to rebuild
The same walls we were claimed
And the flowers will bud
But then so too the weeds
And our comforts won’t afford us
At all but to greeds
And vain we will live
Taking no heed
While stretching all meaning
For things we’ve no need
And the cracks of foundation
Will slowly start to spread
And blinded in vanity
We’ll not raise our head
Ignoring the past
All the same once again
Until we feel the same loss
And dwell in the same dread
© GaratheDen
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