Poem 1

Turn away from the door

See me here as I lay

Had a life full of pain

Struck the match

Burnt the days.

Once in my youth

Life seemed sweet

Sunbeams long

Then days drag by

Man after man

Now sun is gone.

I drank it down
Laid head to ground
No more thinking
Blackened sound
As I drift off
Flies buzz round.

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