His Sad Life
After so many bad things happened
He felt nothing for so long
It was as if he was in a coma
All his pain stopped hurting
Love was something not remembered
And happiness never existed
Still, every day he trudges on
Knowing the future is no better
The present was a symbol of death
And the past could not have been worse
But at least he was alive
For him, even that was too much to ask
© Poem – VII/XXVI/MMXXII
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2021
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