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The Sun Will Rise

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Around me the night had fallen

Everything I knew about happiness had been forgotten

I was once told that one day it would be okay

A fact that seemed far from sight for my happiness I could only imagine the fight

But in the end they were right

The fractures of a past day mended

The nightmares of the past ended

And there was the sudden realization:

Happiness...

There is a saying that all things heal with time

Or with assorted nickels, quarters, and dimes

But from what I recall, no assortment of such will blot such scars

To play a passive role in progress is a farce

A dying flower does not grow with time

It needs sun and water

A field does not plow with time

It needs mule and a farmer

A rusted car does not drive with time

It needs gas and a driver

True recovery comes with effort

For the scales of the world do not move when no action is taken

This is the law of the world and motion

To this extent a person reflects

Heartbreak is not healed with time

Loneliness is not fixed with time

Inade…

Raven in the Rain

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The raven sits in silence

For there was no warmth to heal its wounds

It sits quietly in the rain under the many moons

It takes the flint and tries to call out

It goes for another bout

The warmth is tepid and brief

A cycle it plays over and over as it holds onto a false belief

The cost is high

The warmth is low

And the cost seems to ever grow

The raven only wants to feel that golden glow

But the raven is forgotten by the grace of the light

Because in the war for warmth it seems to have lost the fight

An afterthought to the fire it tempts

The common trend

The wounds it bears will never mend

Because only light will cure its ails

But attracting and keeping the light it seems to fail

The hailing bullets of the many ills strike it from the air

The raven falls to the ground in a broken pile of despair

Rain washes away the traces of the pain

It wonders why it keeps playing the game when everything will be the same

It closes its eyes and lets out a breath

It awaits its slow painful death

But …