It's an awful mess
O God
A Messy Murky Madness
I cut a path
Through the darkness
Part the curtain
Hoping
For light
It's not yet
Bright
Not bright at all
And very dark
I stay awake
And wait
Holding
The frailest
Slimmest hope
That there never was
A day that did not
Break
So I will break
Apart
Away from night
And into light
Even if it is
A clouded brightness
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