written by: Ana Silva
Hearts beating loud
To the languid sound
Of the marching band
Echoing a haunting chant.
Reach out to grab my hand,
Can’t you see where we stand?
There’s nothing beyond us,
There’s no ground.
We fight time after time,
We collapse only to come back to life –
Aren’t you exhausted by now
To fight for a prophecy we cannot find?
A prophecy we cannot hear nor hold,
A promise lips have sworn
To hold on to tight; how sad they forgot
All about it in time…
Now, my roses are solely thorns,
I try to cut them all off,
But my garden looks sardonically pale
No Spring has yet come to my rescue…
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