Restored
The hope I run towards, belongs to the others.
With each void that passes, there is always another.
This pain can be altered, but not destroyed.
As I try to advance, there are guards to avoid.
I feel guilt each time I sleep.
The deeper I travel, the more consciousness I reap.
There is a wait for sanity to be restored.
I am bound to shame, like a mistake, it pours.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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