The only sounds he could hear came from his own footsteps
His mind bucked like a horse whose master lost the reigns
He strove to control the grains of life that slipped from his grasp
He knew he would never stop until that warm light was inside him again
His breath shuddered as he walked away feeling fulfilled
Yet with every step vapors of contentment were left behind
Leaving a revealed tortured child rocking in a corner
Each step whispered the pain inside
The truth apparent with successive exhales
that blended into the cloud of self hatred that would never leave him
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