Who holds our hands

For who holds our hands
When we fade beneath the light
In the space congested
By smoke lit rooms.

In the ocean
sink
Drowning in the deep.

And in the valley of tears
That tears the walls
We thought to hold us on.

When uncernaty looms
As if walking
On a fragile thread.

And life is consumed
Restricted by
The fumes
Constricting
Oxygen.

Left in the haze
Lost amidst
Remainders of debris.

For who holds our hands
When we fade beneath the light
In the space congested
By what’s left behind.

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