over there

Anxiety forms concerning the scarcity of dreams
Burning knowledge of what awaits
Sets one on edge, keeps him awake,
Anything now to not hear the screams

Souls lost from love’s light
not yet gone and never forgotten
linger and torment the one
betrodden,
beriddled by guilt over
so much blood spilt

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