The Sleepy Man

Because it is a lovely day, allow me to tell you a story.
A tale about a man of youthful wisdom whos name is Corey.

He lived in persistent poverty as a young boy.
His friends were pain and suffering, yet he found joy.

His mom was silent, filled with holes and cold.
His dad slowly lost his mind, he was very old.

Corey decided to take refuge out on the lonely streets.
Spent most of his time surviving, this went on for many weeks.

He looked inside his soul and tried to find a purpose.
Life became an overdose ; optimism became worthless.

Look at him dead in the eyes.
Can you see his destined demise?
Will he thrive or compromise,
Tell the truth or live in lies.

He chose to chase his greatest goal.
He was tired of his latest role.

Just when his life was turning nice,
His progress was quickly frozen like ice.

Now he thought his life was done. Regrets flashed of having no daughter or son. Depression sat on his conscience, it weighed a ton. With no place to go and no one. No solution in sight with no will to run. Corey looked to the horizon and admired the rising sun. He was just dead in the eyes, but now he had a gun...

Author's Note

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