Description
All is lost, everyone we tried to help.... No, we freed them. We brought help from beyond, so everyone is saved. Or lost. I can't tell. Saved, lost, words have no meaning. When I was young, words meant everything. My poetry meant so much... now nothing does.
Upon completion
Leave me... all is lost.
What - my book of poetry! I had so much hope when I wrote this. These words remind me of how things were before the demons came. We have to do what we can to drive them away!