Through the darkness,
They marched on.
Through the cold,
They marched on.
Through the pain,
They marched on.
Marched on like soldiers
To a war they wouldn't win.
Like they were going to a victory
They weren't going to receive.
Like the tears they had cried
Would make them stronger.
Through the realization,
They marched on.
Through the self pity,
They marched on.
Through death,
They marched on.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryMy random pieces of poetry, both inspired by depression and the happiness that makes me fight on.
