The Grass Wasn’t Greener

We had a place before,

it was cherished.

We craved tomfoolery

more than luxury.

Although we had license,

we were still confined.

We were rich. Never devoid of

love or amenity.

We relished in vitality.

Those times are spent.

While carnage took place

in the forefront, we were one.

Armored and resistant, prideful

we stood together.

But we stand freely now, just

as we wished.

Loyalty is scarce. Bliss has

perished. Survived is

inadequacy and despair.

We struggle for the existence
that is no more.

But it’s meaningless…

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