All you can do is go on, and that, exactly that, freaking hurts sometimes.
Once and maybe not even long ago
Not visible by day
At night only by who knows
They used to keep their heads up high
They used to fight the war that challenged them
They used to sell the truth for a lie.
Telling themselves that it was something to manage
Telling themselves that this was temporary
Not ignoring, but trying to calm the damage.
Roots filled with water
Outside of the shadow in the sun
but poison stays poison
where battle turned in to just begun
sometimes it does not really matter
if an end is a start
or a start an end
it’s where the unknown and the known
where meaning and the emptiness
are meant to blend