Sifting Through These Ashes

From some 21st century poets...

there is much to be gained from the disregarded ways of the past,

how futile we have been in our new ideologies,

fighting against what we have become,

burying us a under a cloak of religion,

collapsing fragments of life have fallen down around us,

on our knees we try to piece things back together,

parts like sifting sand slip through our fingertips,

within these ashes lies beauty forgotten,

search us to find what has been lost within,

reveal what we do not see in and of ourselves.

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let's not let the sun go down.
to me, tonight is like a farewell from a silent yet beautiful dream.
why do I have to run away?
i want to stay with You.
i don't seem to want to understand.
it is so cold inside this shelter that I call home.
laying naked in the winds of reform.
dragging my feet and covering my ears.
i want to escape, to break out of this norm.
i am crying for more.