Hope is the only thing not to contextualize
empty words and empty letters
no reasoning behind an unearned gain
no meaning, no pictures
just humans remain
attempts have been made
battles been fought
Ruthless is the winner,
hiding behind plain force
no mercy, no victory
no sign of the king
dying is senseless
and living is a sin
but the world must keep turning
the children must play
the students must study
the churchgoers pray
and so sin is forgiving
and suffering is lost
empty words stay empty
at an unbearable cost
but what can not be righted
must still exist
what can not be wrong
is a blessing and a gift
the right man was handled
the wrong one let go
truth is just another player
in reality’s show
my thoughts have been clouded
by boring despair
the bulletins clouding my vision
left no sense of repair
and seemingly quiet,
but not hard to miss
the executioner has left
all knowledge is his
it’s hard to untangle
and easy to lie
we know who’s been stranded
we know how to cry
no reason to hope
no reason to fear
no reason to act out of the ordinary
no reasons for tears
About the Creator
Julia Heussler
Likes to make the world laugh but prefers cries, unmistakenly dyslexic, hasn't drawn a perfect circle yet
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