the sky turns pink and red
blood pouring out of a vein
thought of
true happiness
is the
thought of peace
of the
puzzle is missing
in action
speaker as
loud as the words
he writes
now sitting
contemplating alone
state of
mind
enjoy the
taste
dirt
colored liquid
drenching
all who stand
for
something he doesn't quite know
where this
is going
to make
sense someday
smiles will
rise as the sun
of my
father it is he
thinks he
can see the end
is so far
from now
gray takes
over the sky
and falling
it is
something
he cannot stop
the random
acts
like we do
not see the big picture. . .
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