Poem – Charred Book of Hope

The book has always been within your grasp, but you’ve denied it all this time

Through erroneous ways and unthought mistakes, the end shall always be the same

But based on luck from in the cosmos and across time and space, things have worked out true for you, wrecked child thought of thee

All that’s left to do now is turn the pages of the book, be it charred from the destruction around you, it will always exist to be

Hope is in your grasp though your mind remains a labyrinth, you’ll suffer this your whole life but no the book will truly remain.

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