A poem #33 – The eye of every storm

Foreboding calm amongst the chaos,
the eye of every storm.
All hopes laid to waste,
and every cry forlorn.
Clinging to the last shreds of faith,
abandoned by both gods and men.
There will be time enough to reflect on dreams,
all of them, for now, gone but not forgotten.
The time will come to rebuild.

JP Collins

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