Dark Blue
Eternity is unflinching
and on the day of his last entry
the day he died
in a small room
dark blue,
he had no thoughts of coming days.
young man,
you did your time
in a prison,
did your time in the grip of malignant delusions,
no escape from the voices in your head.
May your ashes of shame
your final expression,
rest in peace for ever and ever.
Copyright © James Ranahan | Year Posted 2015
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