It is almost gone, the fight to sustain, to go that extra mile.
I cannot go down that road again without the promise of change.
Hope is nearly extinguished;
a flame snuffed out by years of beurocracy and neglect.
Groping through the darkness that has enveloped us
as we struggle through days without end.
The much dreaded evil has crept under doors and into our ears;
voices of torment and faded support.
Fighting the good fight was not meant for this.
It was the promise of something more.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 1:08 AM UTC
It is almost gone, the fight to sustain, to go that extra mile.
I cannot go down that road again without the promise of change.
Hope is nearly extinguished;
a flame snuffed out by years of beurocracy and neglect.
Groping through the darkness that has enveloped us
as we struggle through days without end.
The much dreaded evil has crept under doors and into our ears;
voices of torment and faded support.
Fighting the good fight was not meant for this.
It was the promise of something more.
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