The Lost

Thrust us now into the night,
no more air and no more light. When all has shattered
And nothing is left
we suffer our days until death- Nothing won and nothing lost.
The dead are safer kept
in winter’s frost.
The hopeless: lost and none are found.
In a murky pool of darkness
they’ve all drowned.

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