"Stand up and fight!"

The pouring rain
sticks my hair to my face;
an empty gaze
is all I have left.

The stars that once
lit my way have dimmed, the sky turned gray.
The path, once so clear,
faded away.

Blessed are the days
when life is intent and clear
No falter or doubt, I know the way.

They are the days, I hoped
I have never stepped from this road
The spark I once had
Seems to have died...

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