The journey of change must end.
The arduous climb to the top
For a cause left unspoken.
Our hearts craved the triumph that was so close.
Our fingertips brush the satisfaction of achieving,
Believing.
Oh, to think of something so triumphant,
So fulfilling.
The facade of our world crumbles
We were so close.
Paper signs lay limp on the concrete.
Desire for the prize overtook our minds,
Yet the price of our opinions had cost our lives.
Our efforts won’t die off.
For another will help carry the weight of our ambition.
Knuckles white with frustration,
Tears streaked red with screams into the world
that end in a whisper into their ears.
A whisper that cradles hope.
The hope that ensures a new beginning.
Our efforts seemed forgotten,
almost blown away by the crisp air,
"But our work goes on,
The cause endures,
The hope still lives,
And the dream shall never die."
Posted in response to the challenge Work Goes On.
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