Poem: Lamentations


He slept like a drunkard, with his eyes shut,
Wanting to never open them again;
To never taste tears again
To never hear them say go away
To feel as free as ever
Like a ghost on its last train
Without strength to thrive as before
When a smile came after a tear
He slept as deep as he could
With an aim to embrace death before the dawn of day
When darkness ran from the sun
And he could run from its scotching heat
Hiding his face from its striking powers
Just like the close aquintance that left him.


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