The wind blows in 'cause the door is ajar
But he doesn't feel the change in the air
In the distance, he hears a passing car
But at this point, the man don't even care
You see, this man has lost too much in life
Too much death and destruction for his taste
Seeing his side, you'd understand his strife
Memories he wished he could have erased
There's nothing left of the man but resent
All the things he's done, and the things he's seen
Hurting others was never his intent
With each harsh word, there comes a deathly gleam
The man gets up and tries to close the door
But it stays open, and will, forevermore

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Sonnets
PoetryA collection of Sonnets, probably going to continue for quite some time before it's complete.