there's no going back now

the door has closed

and there's nothing to do now

but go forward


into what grief misery and pain

to what shiny new dawn painting

a morning sky with fresh illusion


I don't know

and neither do you

except for all our loneliness

in our own unique skins


we are seeing all we've loved vanish

into the blinding Void

where Love guides all the torturous roads to itself...



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