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Awake.
Through windowblinds sunlight bled.
Haul your sorry ass out of bed.
From deep sleep dreaming of death.
That day we take our final breath,
Before laying pitiful thoughts, hopes and dreams to rest.
Though quietly sulking through all depth,
Of mind, body and soul alike,
A fragment of desire,
A piece of hope not drowned in the mire,
That minuscule fleck, the last piece causing my emotional wreck, reminds me of walking through dark hours together, maybe this is a temporary storm in the weather?
That batters, pounds and tries to take,
The last fragment of hope still
in my soul awake.
The future we shall never know,
our faith, in such to god we owe.
That broken fragment may one day grow,
From withered remains,
becoming whole again.