That a man could fall to his feet.
For love to pin his face to the ground by way of its cleat.
In agony he writhes broken and slain.
Broken, dismembered, betrayed; child of pain.
An infant of sorrow as he weeps the cold nips at his feeble body.
Broken is he in mind and stature.
Hunched he wanders into the abyss seeking an answer.

Forsaken by God; by Man.
He has no creed identity unknown.
Wandering the wilderness seeking an answer.
Unkempt, disshelved broken by love.
For what did once seem true as the light shines
Now bears true; as but lie.

Liquid glass fills his eyes.
Broken by anguish at mercy of health.
Alone he wonders; son of pain.


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