The Chair
Been the piece of the stage ,
seen the life of the remainings
of the before one’s also .
Touched not any of the ups .
just watch “the tired” once .
A crack of doom and the reckoning
whereby strong and if storms ,
wish to make it shaked at least swung .
Now deaf the desire and none is a throne ,
but somehow it will ring , and you be the thrown .
Deep sees , and waves the helpless stable ,
still there and even without the fifth able .
Will not wish I ,
you weigh any heart beatings any more ,
cause the closed doors are not yours , no more .
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