There is still hope
Left at the bottom of the box
Although fading
There is still light
Shining over the gray
An ounce of care
Over our graves
So we fight!
Fight for the damned!
Hope for our dreams!
It took years to build this
Years of bloodshed
A history
But momentary
Fallible, fragile
Long before we go
And go we shall
Dust to dust
There is still hope
Left at the bottom of the box
It will take us far
Tires we may be
Of fire
Of trying
Of wanting
Most of us lost
In on out heads
Trapped in the labyrinth
Unable to weave through
And find the exit
There is still hope
At the bottom of the box
Although fading
There is still light
So, we fight!
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
