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Ignite, Illuminate, Inspire
Prose Poetry
ingite, my love, ignite
The sparks of a flame begin to chip, chip, chip away at this lonesome hour when we thought we were all on our own. The die has been cast, our numbers reflect the loss, and there seems to be no coming back.
We might never know a day of peace after this.
We might never know an ounce of dreams within the nightmare we were living.
But still —
ignite, my love, ignite
We were caught in the web of desire, and the answers were at our fingertips.
We thought we were the masters of a new beginning.
We didn’t think an ending would come so soon.
illuminate the stars, and we’ll shine brighter than a thousand suns
But no — there’s the lie, isn’t it?
We’re selling ourselves a deception, a package wrapped in the lies of our forefathers.
Did we think we’d always be infallible as thousands cried out in rage?
What would we do about the millions of tears that flooded our planet?
Did we really think we’d win out against time?
