There’s grief in the air
But we rise
We rise from the ashes
Standing tall
Tears streaking down our faces
As we stand
Over the battlefield
We’re the few survivors
Of this massacre
We’re the last ones left
Of our kind
We have to keep going
We have to survive
For the fallen
For the falling
We rise.
-Lucy D
Our story always ends the same
No matter how many pages I turn
In the end
I’m the friend in need
And you’re the main character, always having to help me
I try to rip the pages out
I Miss The Old You
When we first met
I had no idea
You would become so important to me
But I’m starting to wish
We never met
Now I’m forced to remember you
there’s this gaping hole
in my heart
yet they never noticed i was
Comments
This is so triumphant! That last stanza, about the need to carry on not only for yourself but for those who have fallen -- those lost but not forgotten -- expresses a real sense of compassion.
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