Poem 7 -Darker Still

A darker tone
A darker cast
He wrapped himself within one
As if a cloak

An broken bone
A broken past
From such he could not run
The voices spoke

A whispered moan
Rest that would last
His friends began to shun
In his mind the knives did poke

Life was on loan
He but a ghast
Reasons left were none
That’s when his mind, it broke

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