His Lonely Life
by Lord R.e. Taylor
He knew it would happen
Always living alone
No friends or family visited
But that never bothered him
He actually preferred it that way
One day the silence grew
The darkness filled the air
And he lay in his bed staring ahead
Hours, days, and weeks passed
No one ever knew, and no one ever cried
He simply faded away into near nothingness
Just a pile of dust and bones on an unmade bed
© Poem – XXII/VII/MMXXVI
LRET
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