Desolate and barren
When you search
There’s nothing there
There comes a point
You realize
You no longer really care
If there was a magic
It is buried, it is gone
You would think it
Rather tragic
But you realize
You are wrong
They tell you
See the bright side
But when you look
There’s only black
There’s no way
Of moving forward
And there is
No going back
There is
No soaring upward
There are
No dreams up in the skies
There’s just
An empty shell
That’s staring
Staring back
With vacant eyes
©The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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