Shells.....of humans.
Dead.....of soul. Acting.....badly In a badly acted play. How.....could a child's bright and hopeful soul Live through the grinding, crushing, shattering Blows of soul-dead wardens (Not caretakers, for you took no care for us, not really. It was just another act in your badly acted play)?Bright flames and glowing embers
Were shattered into sparks Kept alive, glowing, hoping, but burning Deep into tender-charred flesh By a constant, whirling wind..... A wind nearly spent so many times But, seeking life's new energies, Flared up again.Is there a place or a time
For a spent wind to find rest, Peace, hope, renewal? I am spent, and I see none of these. Instead, I see a gray deluge of pain That threatens to quench Those precious sparks and embers.Is there hope
For blue sky and sunshine, For an end to the downpour of pain?Please, give me hope for peace.
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