Camouflaged

Loss of Hope

The night was camouflaged in fear,
silent rain fell near and far.
Our minds played tricks,
sending us signs in our tea leaves

We saw the river floating by holding
dreams that drifted away, hearts floated on.
Our time was over, Suicide was our friend,
the night, it came to close us in.

Boggled down by pain,
clenching on to our past so tight,
grasping lungs, out to find the air,
Calmness was not found.

Rain made our bodies swell,
Minds shrunk by loss of all hope.
The water carried us away,
No one cared that we were gone.

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