He switched the sun off,
Wore his glasses,
A faint effort to hide what he got,
darkness within.
He set out on the path he had been before
The path, pebbled
Had returned then with a battered soul,
Lost spirit
Sitting on a new milestone
with a sheet of paper, torn,
a pencil, broken,
he began to write
a new story with a new end.
1 comment:
The only thing he forgot: he cannot switch the sun off. So the effort to hide will remain faint, 'coz he has light to see again.
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