Wouldn't living be a trifle easy
when we have something to believe
even a tiny sliver of hope
to eternal agony bring relief

Like prisoners mulling their fate
from windowless confines we sigh
thirsting for that brief contact
for vindication before we die

What If this salvation never comes
and dreams fade into obscurity
like still waters that run too deep
the questions becoming a mystery

The End

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