The room is dark with streams of light
Slumped in the corner without delight
His shirt is stained with bile of pain
Faces the trial of a convicted reign
Crawls to bed but knows not why
The loss has taken his reason to cry
Struggles to face the lined up days
Engulfed in a crowd but alone he stays
Saws away at the house blown down
The water rises as he starts to drown
Empty is the space they shared as own
Now she's gone and he's left alone
Slowly he stands to take the next
Pulled on up it says in text
Morning shines as he wears his shades
The grief subsides but never fades
On he moves and plans the phase
Washes away the tattooed haze
Smiles inside and stands straight up
Takes a sip from the half full cup
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