Dying Alone


His happiness slowly dripped down the wall readily racing a tear to the floor, the pain hadn’t fully dried

His right and wrong decisions teetered like a metronome as he watched with both of his hands tied

He had given up on Hope, who on the other side of the door was desperate and so was her knock

The steady sound of the tick and tock forced his wits to lock while the rapid fire of hard times sent his heavy heart into shock

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