"This Is His Life"

Tethered clothing,
Battered soul,
This is the life he lives.

Walk on the cracks of the sidewalk,
Taking pleasure in imperfection;
all he has been taught.

His tears exit dry,
Empty capsules,
Dead.

Despising the oxygen entering his lungs,
It keeps him living;
Or hardly living.

She helped him live;
Living in the Sacred Garden,
He was forbidden.

Crossing the beautiful array of flowers,
They took his life, hopes, dreams;
He collapsed in a hopeless heap of faith.

She stood by and watched,
Let him fall;
and Smirked.

The worst part is the love he felt,
So real and true,
All for her.

Under the torn jacket lies a broken heart,
A shattered soul with blinded eyes,
His memory dies here.

This was his life.

Reviews

[koty bell]

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