It hurt too much to cry, but too much to try and hide. He was nothing more than a soul left for dead inside.

So, he lied when he said to them let’s live, for in his hollow heart he knew that he had nothing left to give.

He knew no smile would ever grace his vengeful face. He was all the guilt of wilted flowers in a dry resentful vase.

He’d been shaken to the bone in some forsaken place. He had reached for stars and found only wasted space.

He’s tried to open other doors, and he tore at all the locks. He’s sure he’s destined for the bottom, and to stop against the rocks.

And, he knew that he would shatter.

All that he did good simply wouldn’t matter.

Memories of sweat and blood are all that now remain atop a wedding dress she left there stained.

There were no more solemn vows, somehow they were lost while the fields were being plowed.

He had learned the cost of love. He was a lost soul that mistook a raptor for a dove.

Above all else he knew only this, Heaven is a myth, but hell sure did exist.

There are no happy endings, and no more crops that needed tending.

So, he held his very last breath, knowing full well that he faced a cold and lonely death.

So with eyes wide shut he screams that he’s ready, he raises a trembling hand, and he stands unsteady.

He closes his eyes, wishes he could have been bigger, but bites his lip, and pulls the……………..

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