The Passing of the Dark by Lachlan Rabbetts

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To the grieving families of today,
To the uncertain many of tomorrow.

Desperation wisps the air,
Loneliness sloths the couch,
Boredom under skin and frustration at ears,
Hope feels low, progress comes slow.

The bodies may pile, the news headlines vile
I pray you will stay the course,
Because this shadow, this darkness,
Is passing in a little a while.

L.C Rabbetts