The lonely mind beheld
in forgettable disposition
the scattered chatters of happy youth
He imprisoned by grey matter and soul
These, the pleasant disrupting
his unpleasantness.
Find him in the late night
alone in a house that creaks
and speaks of his despondency
constancy
and sadness.

Lonely door unlatched
for who would steal such things mundane?:
a razor
vinyl
blankets littering lonely bed
six strings and wood
to proclaim his lonely state.

Find this soul grey as his mind
barren by his self-borne sorrow
thinned by chance and Sovereignty
succumbing to his own pity.

Dare we beg the destination?
Dare we view his final state?
Alone to swim the darkness
His departure partnered to his life.

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