Way of my soul || Poetry

vi. fear

Long gone are the old times
Those memories echo a faint chime

Now we're left barely holding on
For sadness and grief, we've become a pawn

Eternal dusk screams our way along,
Pitch black in this massive throng

Have to breathe twice, to fully breathe once
Heavier are our hearts, forever, ever since

Will we ever find the same happiness we found last year?
Or will it continue? This growing fear

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ear 2022, I miss you.