Melancholic Failures

There I was, shrouded in darkness

Telling myself it would get better

And that I’d have to maintain hope

For another fruitful day.

 

A stillness in the air

It brought me immense fear

Reflecting upon the shadows of the past

And yet, the end of the struggle was near

 

But in the distance gleamed a beacon of hope

And it told of better days

Though disheartened, I rose from dark

And within me grew a fiery blaze

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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