The End

“Where were you?”, he asked,
his eyes moist with pain,
“I sought you”, he cried,
tears merging with the rain.

His skin was numb,
his shoulders slack,
abandoned all hope, he did,
clung to hope again.

He waited for an answer,
with mounting frustration,
it couldn’t end like this,
he had worked to mend his ways.

“Now it’s too late”, he sighed,
as his worries washed off,
“At least I tried”, he murmured,
his last words left his mouth.

He collapsed on the road,
under a fluorescent light,
he was a good man,
he didn’t deserve the end.

“At least he tried”, they cried,
At least he tried.


Discovered it today. Written four years ago.


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