Thoughts drift
Moods change
Feelings fade;
All depends on the weather

We are fickle beings
Complex atoms
Too easily thought of as what we strive to appear as

In reality,
It’s different;
Curtains closed
Phone off and lights dimmed
We feel the truth inside us as bright as the screens we pour over

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Though the fog thickens
As we journey down this road
Unsure of destination
Threatening to implode

Though it appears impenetrable
By the light we took for granted
Streets once walked
With those since departed

Though grey skies threaten to return
Those we love, lost
The speed at which we moved
Unaware of the cost

Though in carrying this burden
Disconnected, restrained
Banished to remote islands
United by pain

Though under a veil of darkness
The suffering has spread
The sun must retreat, for us to discern
As we await its inevitable return

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