Despair....
Bottom of the well
Looking up, no light
Shall I climb
Do I know how?
Turbulence swirls around
Violence erupts
Innocence pays, no longer trusts
Foundations are splintered
shattered, crushed,
A desperate plea for help
Through violence
Innocence pays, words cut
like a steel blade sword
Surreal is the aftermath
What a storm this all brings
In the bottle
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May the good Lord place his loving grace upon those fighting demons this day. May his Love surround them and help them find their way. To this, today, right now, I pray.
