It seemed that the light was extinguished,
all that time was spent in vain,
experience not valued anymore.
The world was filled with vice,
teaching the ways of
death inside of life.
All our dreams were gone.
In the midst of all those dark afflictions,
something arose.
A single phoenix,
the sign of hope.
Like hope,
it must die and disintegrate.
Then in the bleakest time,
when all seems lost,
it arises from the ashes
to restore the once missing.
The sight of the creature's rebirth is beauty divine.
Hope is found,
societies stop crumbling,
stronger bonds
are formed.
But we see an
infinite circle.
We keep falling back into that dark,
cursed pit.
In the hardest times in our lives,
we must remember that hope must die,
before it can be reborn.
It will come back strong.
It will come back tried and true.
It will come back soon.
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PoetryHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
