Salvage - Poem by T.. Veronica
Warmth frosted by cold.
Comfort swallowed by pain.
Victory vanished by defeat,
Love’s illusion through lies.
On the brink of no return;
Light burned out by darkness.
A soul in turmoil, cries for redemption-
For a peace it does not deserve
Weary from the journey
Time stops and all can be seen
A hero who had fallen,
Consumed by the depths of deception
A crisis of faith unyielding
A life in search meaning
Saving hope from the brink of death
This is the salvage mission.
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