Nothing really changed at all,
The mark still stayed upon the wall,
And as we looked for something new,
Behind our backs it grew and grew.
Though we thought that we’d moved on,
The chains that held us were not gone,
And darkness clouded all our arts,
And spread its blackness through our hearts.
Things we thought that we had tamed,
Clung to our shadows hurting, maimed,
To heal themselves when night took hold,
Our sweetest dreams to then enfold.
In the light it brought its gloom,
In every corner, every room,
The stain it grew with fitful glee,
To pin us here and make us see.
Every footstep brought us here,
But never freed us from our fear,
Hung heavy over every head,
And coloured every word we said.
Dreamed we’d come so very far,
Our feet stuck fast in blackened tar,
We felt we had so much to…
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