Continentally Divided

Continently Divided by Fedora

When you don’t matter anymore
Your color blends with the others
When the game has changed
Your hits don’t go anywhere

This is different
Not like before
It feels stale not alive
Fake unable to sustain
Any life at all

Peace has left the room
Her breath has ceased
Replaced with a substance
That’s sour and bitter

Huge and uncomfortable
It is not where I saw us
It is not where I want
But it’s the reality

That I failed to receive
That we are no more
At this moment
We are lost
Will we ever again be seen
To bask in the glory of us