They say life is miracle,
but the struggles seem to
leaves you black and blue.

The fight is hard one to
live amongst the sky,
and all I can do is see
the opposition.

Yet we all take for
granted the possibilities.
How we got here,
from the beginning
where it started all.

The pain is all
we swallow like
the iron red that
leaks into our mouth as
we try to remember
the friends that
find their way to the
abyss.

All we can do is
forgive the darkness
and find some sort
hope in the light.

So the heart burns,
and the soul dies.
We remain in the gray
with the ashes all
around us.

And the strength
comes from you and I.

08/25/2017

Posted on 08/25/2017
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