The Cruelest Year - Assemblage 23

The cruelest year

Stole lives too young

And many more still

In the balance hung

We couldn’t breathe

Try as we might

Fragile as feedback

Hopeless as the night

But the course has run

The damage done

The slate wiped clean again'

The cruelest year

Tore lives apart

Its greedy fingers

Rending blameless hearts

This empty space

Where once loved dwelled

Razed to foundations

Left an empty shell

But the course has run

The damage done

The slate wiped clean again

The cruelest year

Left us behind

The mangled wreckage

Of our lives entwined

We bore the scars

Mistakes we made

The walking wounded

In a grim parade

But the course has run

The damage done

The slate wiped clean again