Taking a chance, he bides his time

one moment to the next, stifling, drowning

in a sea of thoughts, dreams and pain

both intermingled, life does life but

despair hangs ready, he dreams a dream

of the beautiful she, The apple to the worm

the night to the star, encompassing all,

The pain is familiar, the pain of wrought,

forging a man broken yet whole.

Le sigh… le sigh et c’est la vie.

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