Hidden things

Slippage, sleep page, lines dangling
Fumbled utterance after waking

When one or two heartbeats are misplaced
Though not missing, we feel fear

Failing once we will fail again
When far away from the divine

How can we return to life
Our mind filled with emptiness and fear
Going through raiding guns and raging
Fire, names unaccounted for and missing?

In the brightness of a full daylight
We have to look for what is hidden
To make our life whole again.

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