There are still those that are sleeping
Blind to all the suffering
But there is no dreaming
When the world is bleeding
And so many fragile hearts are breaking
The threads of deception are quickly unraveling
The solitary darkness is no longer comforting
For the agony is deafening
What remains is only hope in the healing
Neglected Worlds 
Great poem, nicely written. Look forward to future post. Check my post out when you get the chance š
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Thank you, very much appreciated šš
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