Questions... again.

When there are too many voices,
how do you listen?
When so many cry out in pain,
how do you care?
When words are fragmented-
               -sentences broken-
                                          -thoughts irrational-
how can you understand?

Your voice was so clear and strong.
Your words eternal.
Your healing complete.

Where is it now?
Where are you now?
Where am I?

If I call out into the emptiness,
will you fill it?
If the darkness overwhelms me,
will you overwhelm it?
If I sink into my despair,
will you raise me with your hope?

And if, in the end, it all goes to shit again,
will You still be there?

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