Through the Clouds

A cloud of grey blinds my eyes.
The flowers wilt, tree of life dies.

Chaos reigns and anger blooms,
the everyday threat of violence looms.

Confusion aplenty fills my days,
as I try to fight this cloudy haze.

I haven't been writing, I haven't been here,
maybe a comeback will make some things clear.

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[Careline]

Will? Is that you? Actually writing? Be still my heart, babe!