“God grant me the serenity…” he said.
Gathering strength to face another day
On his knees at night to thank Him and pray
Fearing demons would clutter his dark head.
Conquered by mistrust of those who loved him
Bitterness bore holes into his bare soul
Feeling on his own and no longer whole
Mad for having to go out on a limb
Seduced by deceit of eternal peace
My steady companion whose hands toiled
Now a crumpled heap, lying blood soiled
Why was I missing his when life had ceased?
Blank page by his side held nothing but lies,
Truth was found only in his vacant eyes.
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