The Crying Man
As time comes to an end,
I lose my self in thought,
Thinking of my life,
What I’ve done,
I remember the ones I love and the ones I lost,
I feel them close; guiding me through my life,
Yet never to return,
Lost and broken as my tortured soul tries to hold on to the last trace of life and to the ones I care for,
Beaten and broken I try to survive and hold on,
Yet the pain still burns me,
I am a lone wolf left to wander,
Never stopping always moving,
Yet I still bleed for the one I lost, the ones I loved,
A life full of pain and suffering,
Yet I still care,
But why as I know it will only lead to pain,
For nothing in the world will ever know peace until the end,
So when I sleep I forget, this is when I no true peace,
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