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Dawn



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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