A sun beam on a summer afternoon
squeezing through
the mistaken gap in the curtains.
But this glorious optimism
enlightens the
smallest
fragment
of dust suspended in the air.
This bright ray soon becomes a shadow.
The falseness of dreams - harshness of reality.
The darkening depression
creeping up fast like death -
but dying
knowing you're going to heaven.
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