Broken and by the wayside
His torment.
On a night so dark,
His soul is closing down.
An owl is watching
As he scratches in the ground
For words,
Lost.
Ever looking down.
He does not see
How beautifully the
Stars sparkle silver
He does not feel
How in silence
there is solace
Sometimes.
When the walls don't cave in.
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