The Night

Offered little hope

He knew where his fate

Sold out, unable to cope

His timing never that great

Drifting, his heart yearning

Feeling the weight burning

Bending his dreams, baiting

Daring, no longer caring

Collapsing before his time

Left to defend, rescue

Shadows teasing in mime

Colours tainted untrue

Flaking before him, fading

Gasping, life's meaning

Robbing motives murmuring

Taunting illusions ribbing

An epoch calamity

Begging for amnesty.

Edwin James

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