Ever and always we find
ourselves wanting
What can’t and never will be;
Forever wishing with our
religion
What can’t, will be, just for
us.
In loneliness we pray death
resurrect,
Can’t and refuse to be alone;
In fear we beseech war make
peace,
That what destroys can rebuild
again.
Ever and always we hide in
dark places
Away from what is and now will
be;
The scars forever burn in
memory
Of what will now always be.
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