No room for more pain,
He was barely staying sane,
Rethinking the impulse to blame,
He jettisoned all the shame
Still losing air pressure,
He traded toil for leisure
While paying fines incurred,
More tribulations were endured
Over time, the lines degrade,
Accepting that memories fade
We know demons come to stay,
Until vigorously sent away
He was always elevating reason,
Ignoring the turns of season
Seriously lacking cohesion
He was executed for treason
The bullets, they all missed,
On this occurrence, we do insist
Our accounts are often dismissed
Like those glowing lights in the mist
But his spirit was crushed,
His soul, left covered in dust
Hiding away, and avoiding trust
Though his life remained unbrushed
Until she tracked him down
Stashed away in a ghost town
She knew he would be found
That he would still fit his crown
Determination, mercy, and love
Not content as a mourning dove
She wrapped him like a glove
Life with him she never tired of
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| June 23, 2023 | frankie | June 9, 2023 |
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