We live in a land of loss
What we've gotten is gone.
The damned lose it all and
In the end, nothing's won.
No matter how hard one tries,
The truth is nowhere near.
Ignorance consumes us;
We are stricken with fear.
Lingering, we fall down hard
To greet failure alone.
Who will save us tonight,
When we've withered to bone.
Who will save us here and now,
Who will care enough to try?
There are no heroes here.
In the end, hope's a lie.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
That third stanza
👍🏼 excellent weaving
Really damn potent
Thank you so much for your feedback and for reading.
We may fall down hard but all we need to do is look for the light in our lives and go towards it.
#truth. What happens, though, when the source of light is also the source of darkness? Thank you for reading, as always!
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