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Trapped Within

Jai Vashishtha 2017B5AB0664P

Beneath his smile he hid a truth,
Which was told to him by a sayer of sooth.
And this game he played was clear to see,
Yet not one shed a drop of empathy.

As each night was born and died each day,
A part of him was turned to grey.
The scars he earned at dawn he'd hide
The cause of it he still denied.

And so he sat and rot forlorn
Not a shred left of the man as he was born.
And where he felt his heart once beat,
Rests a slab of bloodless meat.

And so he sought to right his path,
Like a million times before he hath.
Each time he comes back to his old ways,
The rope he holds slowly frays.

And as he lay to rest one night,
A sound so loud shook him with fright.
It was merely but the midnight bell,
But with it came the God of Hell.

And to think it was just his pride,
That had not once ever left his side.
But what is one man’s pride worth,
When man becomes one with mother Earth.

Thus his time in jail complete,
He lost it all but never admit defeat.

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