Removed

In that trench, buried by filth and grime,
Words mean nothing relating to a crime.
Within a heartbeat there is a true power,
Reflecting on finding of the darkest hour. 

Grim clouds however do not take a lead,
As there is found all the soul could need.
Lessons come thick and fast in blood tie,
As none refrain from hearing a battle cry.

Within pure vision of hope survival cares,
Due to spirit rising from that which dares.
Gloom is removed by loss to another sin,
Duty missing because of a viable shaken.

Light envelopes as pain teaches of travel,
Expectation derived from a foiled unravel.
Plans put aside make more of a moment,
So, education, replaces fatalistic torment.