The End
By Bee
Fri, 31 Oct 2014
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Eyes closed
on swallowed cries
that no one heard.
Alone.
Afraid
at the greeting of the grey.
Alone.
Deranged
at the dimming of the day.
He couldn't take it;
couldn't make it go away;
couldn't quarrel,
or accept it,
nor could he forget it.
He regretted
his neglected life.
Then night came
and the light changed.
The End
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