Him.

Someone close to me.

Geography, languages, people, he knows it all. But over the years

I’ve watched him crumble

And fall.

I’ve tried to put him back together, be the glue to his fire

But he burned so much, all I could do was retire.

I still fought, oh yes I did

He thinks I’ve given up, but he’s now so candid

He’s fallen to a place

A zone of despair

As hard as you try to reach him

He can be as fickle as the fated whipping of the winds

Lashing through your roots, and cutting all snares.

Author's Note

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