Better Days

Maudlin searches for memories

Of times before

Before what

Before sorrow sang me to sleep

Encased in all my dreams

The hope for better days

A world seemingly unreal

Emotions too deep to feel

Numb, falling, spinning

Spiraling down the rabbit hole

 

 

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