The loss of time disrupts the beauty of sleep. History continues repeating moments that we want to forget. We listen to the whispers of the past echoing against the subconscious walls. We feel the mental trauma as the emotional wounds reopen.
This untoward generation forced upon us; hungry wolves tasting weakness on the flesh of kindness. We find difficulty maintaining the “high-ground”. We feel our humanity slipping away. The truth has no one who will listen.
When the light dies, there is nothing but the darkness.
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