Epiphany

Standing in the dead barren land
looking at the ashes from the skies
burned down all the helping hands
proliferating dreams in our eyes
We’ve broken all the hopes,
gone past the rows of thorns
Now days are merely trophies,
on the throne of skulls they adorn
Vindicated, we stand guilty now,
somehow stuck here, you and I,
Killing each other by the minute,
Bleeding out every single lie,
gone, the moments of joy, far away,
mere remnants of a distraught past
haunting the annals of a ruined head,
dusting all the memories, hoping they would last
the relief that we always sought,
now here in a form, so truly pitied,
All the wars we have asked, battles fought,
when over, leave us bloodied, belittled,
The cycle of pain, as it slowly turns,
brings wounds afresh, a new one each day,
Just keeps the heart living, holds every beat
Would not let us die, would be an easy way
Yet this childish soul cherishes, still wishes
for a day when all wrongs be set right
A moment of the true belonging yet again
bereft of hatred, guilt, over all the dead fights
doesn’t seem absolutely fictious,
this primitive desire, that persists
May scare us, to the opposite side
Make believe enemies that dont exist
have we yet seen, what we should see
in our treasured hated company
So we can choose, to be or not,
when we find our love’s epiphany

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