Full color

Hopes in black and white,
Nightmares in full color —
We can’t unsee
What shaped us,
Nor can we know
The morrow.
Happiness and sorrow,
Balanced between
Hope and horror.
Is it any wonder
We no longer
Sleep in peace?

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