The imagery you have used is immaculate. I interpreted this as people coming together after hard times, whether that be for comfort or to co-misurate, there will never be an end to the pain but having eachother at the end of the night makes it bearable. I am not sure what your intent was as the author, and, unless intentionally left abstract, adding more clues or phrases ( between lines of imagery) that key in to the meaning or your inspiration of the poem will help get your message accross more efficiently.  This was a great piece altogether.


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Love the details in your imagery, takes my mind to a dystopian world for some reason
Also like how it's specific enough to be touching but still left to interpretation

Very vivid, made me feel like I was there which is always good. Great job

Browbeaten headlines

over heard but under stood 

swallow the horizon

under sun eclipse of black

bleeding up from fertile soil

grow the seeds of faith and doubt

into plants sprouting arms 

thrown up in surrender to victory

Humans stumbling through

all things less than that

Awoken from hazy mornings

by cold water thrown on faces

protecting eyes so vulnerably

bathed in barren residue

of what has happened

Hands find hands of others

blind and nothing much else

awaiting a moonlit sundance

Our swaying fragile beings

of shadows and a broken dawn

growing towards guiding our light

defined by stark contrast

to what we've lost in darkness

but found through love




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