The sun stirs stretching it's limbs above the horizon.
Struggle floats in the air chilled with uncertainty.
A song whispered from the winds of change.
In the new light we see what's survived the night.
Awakening leaves deaths stench in the sheets.
Strangled by cords from lives left behind.
Pressure rises and falls forcing the weak to gain strength.
Once home, now it's washed away leaving blood stains.
Nothing to grasp, pain beckons give in to the strain.
Light that blinds stings the eyes bringing forth it's new life.
Filled where emptiness did lie, too late for compromise.
Blackness once in my mind painted with sands of time.
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