I cannot remember
A time
When we felt this
Empty
When we thought
Nothing could stop us
When courage
Poured forth
Through our words
And our smiles
Now
Courage is gone
We are weak
And we have witnessed
Lives lost
When will all of this
Be enough
And is it possible
To go back to a time
When we felt
Courageous and brave
And happy
Because this place
This desolate place
I do not want to be
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
