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Struggle

Utopia, Heaven, Freedom before him.
“Here it comes”. “Here it comes”. “Here it comes”. “Here it comes”.
He can never get there. He looks wildly, desperately around
Seeing those just like him yearning, craving, seeking.
His eyes bleed tears as the beauty of his vision grows closer,
Then further, closer, further... Those around him feel his fury,
They are Desperation.

Closer..Further..Closer..Further. Further...

Exhausted.
He falls and there lies dreaming of what could have been.
Hunger, pain, fear then delirium – in his final moments he
Looks outside. The sun sets. But he, he soars into light. Engulfed
In a warmth he moves closer.. No fear. Closer.. He is there.

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