Dawn
- Sarah Barber
- Aug 7, 2021
- 1 min read

Sea of faces wait for hope to come
Surrounded yet lonely
Their features numb
Eyes wide breathing short
invisible battles with sanity fought
Clock hands tick
Minutes slip away
Shadowless figures move through the grey
Footsteps crawling
thoughts in spirals wait for calling
In this chair, there's no leaving now
Must calm the thoughts of conspiracies fowl
Waiting wondering voices raise
Some leave in anger through raged delay
Finally my turn to race
The devil laughing at my pace
What is this life of full of care
A world whose dawn is almost there
Thus starts a new day to end this war
A time in which we all shall soar
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