Dirge - The Burden of Almost

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Mother of all dreams
Glints sway in the breeze
Comet tails trail ripped sails
Ideals pale and frail
Columns to spear the dome
But streets are paved with mold
Head nods in silence
As entrails shout behind lowered eyes
Chasing cherished shades
Building walls and ruins
Looking down from barricades
The brothers we could have been
But we’re just lone soldiers
Against the world, against the wind
I can’t give way to dust
And jail ghosts in the womb
Too crestfallen, too lost
To besiege your wounds
So tired of this almost
I won’t adorn your gloom