Gaining from the Lost

Can tears glow?

Would it rain without a wish?

It can storm as thoughts fall,

When all to think about is what's missed.

Bits to Pieces that are covered with regret,

A single cloud brings something to burn.

Glass shatters as screams cover the truth,

While the sight melts ashes of close hearts.

The bells sound purpose of thy death,

When all to hear is thrustful stabs.

Medicine will never calm soul’s blood.

Nor can a cure purify a steady path.

Questions will sadly never answer,

The riddles that find where pain courses.

Silent nights will thunder veins,

Pulses will implode a purpose of discarding.

Are there options to continue?

Is there enough lives to excite more than one cord?

Why must crying be a virus?

It spreads like wild fire and cramps an existence.

Why must second chances be limited?

Why not fight for a pure battle?

Keep peace within, while seeing near futures.

Don't follow the web in order to clean,

Make sins wash with a change of choice.

Fill the crater with hope and balance.

Achieve smiles with comforting blesses.

Open the curtains and express your warmth.

Accept the fate and avoid judgmental pasts.

The light will rise a new happiness,

By gaining more and from what was lost...

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