The dead awakening of the hopeless and hollow

The crows, the maggots and the vultures feast on the dead, hollow carcass of the past decade. The tears have been soaked into soil. The pain has subsided, for now. The previous days have been gut hollow; in the gallows they rest in peace. Six foot solution deep in the ground all the putrid memories of past failures and frustration. The sunshine of a new day opens its arms towards us. The lingering residue of hope fogs through the windows like dew. After a decade of misery, alas, we're alive again.