holding onto hope

pushed through paragraphs
comprehending all
understanding nothing

people pranced upon old stages
for my entertainment
as shadows
of puppets
of moments
caricatures feigning change
and holding out hope
for me and mine to grasp onto

but what is there
in those dark times
where certainty is far
and the vague light of a hazy afternoon
is the only reality
worth believing

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