All the times when he braved
Catalogue of life in hands dry
Embers in his heart flickered
Giving the hope to strife high

In between the sheets of pain jumbled
Kneading the cracked soil of life that lays
Mouth open to the rain of the nights
Ought to be a love in that above place

Quelled would be this past remembrance
Someday, he hoped as he hid broken tears
Until then he learned to be viable
With everyone’s grief, pretended he xenoned fears

Years to come to find a love that does yield
Zero be the past, where in those arms is future zeal


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