(This was written when things were seemingly getting better. I had stopped writing for awhile after this poem. Unfortunately, things didn't remain better.)
The Land of the Living
With Dry eyes and smiles
A land lost in time
Gone from view quite awhile
Covered in Ashes
Fallen from Grace
Hidden Away
Dark Empty Place
The Land of Survivors
Crawling through days
A land made of folks
Set in their ways
Covered in Sand
Heavy and Wet
Forgotten Obligations
Haven't been met
The Land of the Living
With Dry eyes and smiles
A land to be found
No doubt through tough trials
Covered in light
Shining for miles
No longer hidden
Dry eyes and smiles
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