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Someone spends his life, as if
Someone is spending his life
Hanging himself from a fragile thread
Of withering relationships, as if
Passing time something like this
Paying an eternal debt, as if
His feet are swollen
From standing in lines
Of rationed water!
His children are dying of hunger amidst
Awaiting anxiously for echoes to return
Someone is calling his name in the midst
He spends his time with the reflections of a mirror
Someone he loves is waiting within
His eyes watering so profusely, as if
A fire is smoldering his core from within
His days are passed so mighty hard
With people deciphering his soul apart
Nights gnaw him into solitude
World is demanding from him, more gratitude!
Nick Kler
