Truce

I�ve asked him for an ending
To a day where nothing lives.
Our ears no longer pretending
To hear what his answer is.

All hope of a better life lost,
As we block out visions & dreams.
Climbing to the top at any cost�
Yet floating farther down the stream.

The end is far from near�
No cause is worth the fight.
All one feels is a trembling fear,
And prays that life will be alright.

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This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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