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EPIC TRANSLATIONS OF THIS WORLD He has spent his time here down by the river The cold has crept up to no surprising arrival And now as he sits and as he feels a shiver He thinks back to better times wishing for a revival Sisters and brothers have teased him far too long He knows only a few friends who stay true And he feels as though he will never truly belong This one color to describe him is called blue He wants a simple life like when he was younger Or he wants a new life, one free of this hell Anything really to feed this deprived hunger Anything really to escape this tormenting cell Moving from his seat to see the water better He looks down and wishes he could drown Then he thinks back to the blood stained letter And now he only wears a deeper frown How could anyone have been so cruel to him? He thinks about all the torment he’s received Then he glances over to his broken limb How could he have been so easily deceived? When does it stop hurting inside he asks? What could be done to end all this pain? Could I set out to do many great tasks? Could I ever consider my self the least bit sane? -poet Darká |