Memories of past fears and troubles with no peace, thinking on and on about the past, not able to let it go. Hope seems wilted. A person crying out to be rescued from their own thoughts and memories of the past.
Ashes to thought,
dust comes to naught.
The cycle spins on.
The joy is gone.
Fear runs rampant.
Emotions become mutant.
Unfortunate past plight.
Memories dark in blight.
Peace declared a must.
Witnessed fair and just.
Conflicts gone wayward.
Hope is tapered.
Ashes to thought,
dust comes to naught.
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